Kenma Novels & Stories

I could picture his technique in my head… the Flame Kindler. The flame kindled was an elemental sword technique that made your opponents hands burn with each movement of the sword. The heat was enough to burn an Omega in a minute, but for a Gamma, it would take days to fully take effect. I tilted my head back to the battlefield, and to my amazement, Kyle was holding Ryu off despite the burn. He kept single strokes, moving his body around like he was following the motion of the wind. “If it means killing you to take that imposter you call your personal maiden, then I will.” Kyle grunted as Ryu pushed him back with his sword.

Emma Andrew growled, “Do you think I care? Back off, pal. Who do you think you are?” Ken didn’t flinch. Instead, he walked forward. His head was up and full of confidence, he said, “I’m Kenneth John Cavanaugh. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. I don’t belong to your pack, so I don’t have to follow your commands. But Emma is my friend. A very good friend. And even if she wasn’t, I would still call you out for treating her like that.”

Ken whispered darkly in my ear, “Tell her you’re fine… while I fill this slutty cunt with cum.” “I’m… I’m fine, Mom,” I gasped, voice trembling. “Just… working out a little.” Ken’s thrusts became erratic. His cock swelled even thicker inside me. “I’m cumming,” he whispered hotly against my ear. “Take every drop, you filthy little stepdaughter whore.” He buried himself to the hilt and exploded.

he continued with a gentle tone and slight bow. I sat at the edge of my bed and rested my hand on my knees. He wasn't wrong, it was his job to support and advice me. Feeling frustrated about his take on Lena felt somewhat selfish but he couldn't understand what I was feeling inside, what I wanted them to see even if they were going to stand against it. “She comes from a pack we've been fighting for generations. Alpha Dominic is literally the alpha of her pack. You know how crooked he is, he hates you”

I jump of afraidness and immediately hold my hands on the stranger's hands on my eyes. "Who's this?" I ask. "Guess who, Kanka." When a manly voice says this I immediately notice who this is. "Kanka!" I say excited and turn to face Kerem. 'Kanka' is in Turkish and means 'buddy' in English. We used to call each other often like that. And now that I think of that it would be weird if we get married and still call us Kanka. "Where have you been, Asli? Not even telling me anything about your run away, I feel ashamed!" He chuckles. Kerem would never be mad at me and that's one of the reasons why nobody could ever replace him as my best friend.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

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Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

’ Rieka licks her lips in my mind. “Get some damn clothes on Kenji before Jamari starts a fight with the three Fates over looking at you.” Remiel growls from his place in front of Kenji, a pair of shorts appearing in his hands that he tosses behind him. Kenji catches the shorts with his right hand and quickly pulls them over his legs, covering his delicious cock from the woman’s eyes. ‘His perfectly chiseled, gorgeous chest is still exposed to those women’s eyes.’ Rieka points out, causing my brows to furrow.

Aramide watched the necklace on her neck, Aramide opened her mouth to protest, but her daughter stopped. “You should keep it so that if anything happens to me, you will look at those initials and remember me. A stands for Aramide, and The other A stands for Aracely!” She smiled brightly as she informed her mother and Aramide had to stop herself from crying right there — Her daughter was saying goodbye to her, Instead. Aramide wiped her tears and took off the necklace once again. She picked up the small bat in the room and conveniently broke it into two.