Kitana Novels & Stories

Kenji cursed under his breath, grabbed his car keys, and called Inoue. "Get me connected to Kyoko Fujita, immediately!" * Zabuton: a cushion designed for sitting on tatami

He didn’t care anymore. Math Problem (8 + 5 = ?): Kenta had written “8 + 5 = 135.” When Takuto asked him how he arrived at that conclusion, Kenta simply explained, "8 and 5 hugging each other turns into 135!" As logical as it was, Takuto felt a pang of disappointment. This was his younger brother’s interpretation of basic arithmetic.

she snarled her eyes glistering with hate almost like she wasn't the same person feigning sweetness a while ago. I chuckle at how narrow-minded she is to think she could scare me off. "I know who you are Lyra Skye" she states. I shrugged, "Good that you do. Then you must know that your little treats won't do no effect on me" "Be careful--"

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”

of the stored shimmered brightly with the beautiful white lights and a tinge of yellow in them and the trips of red and green above and below the lettering. "Deva! Why in the name of chocolate croissants are you dragging me into freaking Gucci?" Eira asked bewildered. Eira was too broke for Gucci. Devika grinned and replied "We are just going window shopping, Eira" "Seriously!? Window shopping and that also in Gucci? You have got to be kidding me!" Eira tries to stop her but she ignores Eira and drags her with inhumane strength. Jeez what does this girl eat?

I sat up and dipped my feet in the water. "Why so sad, Goddess?" I still wasn't used to being referred to that way. "I'm just reflecting on some of my actions lately, contemplating how things might have gone differently. Who are you?" "I'm a friend of Nero's. He's been off on whatever it is his family sent him to do. My name is Kita." He sat across form me. His black hair was a stark contrast to his pale skin, making his green eyes stand out even more. "Nice to meet you, I guess. Surely you already know my name."

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The author"s waifu is Mitsuha Miyamizu from Your Name movie.)′ Alfi smiled Kartika remains silent. "Yup, he is a high-quality weirdo!" Said Kartika in her mind. "Alfi? Can you do me a favor?" Kartika asked. "What is it?" Asked Alfi. "Try to touch the carpet motive in front of you with your palm," Kartika explained. Alfi touches the motive with his palm and then shining light appears from the whole room. Alfi screams aloud because of the light"s effect. Kartika sees it in surprise.

"I wouldn't mind keeping him around if we can't find out where he belongs. He'd make a great pet for you. He'd teach you some responsibility before you can become a maker which will be good for you." "Yeah," I nodded in agreement. "I'd love to keep him but I think he really wants to return to someone called Inari." He frowned then. "The rice god in Japan?" He asked me, looking skeptical. "You know him?" I asked. "I know the legends. He's a rice god in Japan, usually shown with white foxes called kitsunes," he informed me calmly. "There are other kitsunes, but they're more mischievous than his foxes." "Well I think he belongs there then, in a garden...." I frowned. Looks like I'll lose him qu

Philip sat down on his chair and took his brush, getting ready to finish the painting of the unknown woman. He dipped his brush into the blue paint and began the magic. As he painted the nose and hair of the woman, he also remembered to paint her eye color, brown. He had seen those eyes before. They were not Clara's nor were they his mother's, those brown eyes, belonged to someone he had seen when he was a child. Someone who had assaulted him when he was still young. He could never forget those eyes.