Kitana Novels & Stories

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

“Now, let’s get out of this place and see what’s beyond the door.” “Ooo. A bunch of chicken shits. Okay.” I nodded, getting it now. “Yes, let’s go face the boss. I think it’s going to be like a giant monkey. Like Donkey Kong.” I agreed, opening the door a crack to peek inside. I’m not taking any chances with Katrina by rushing in. “Donkey Kong?” Katrina arched her brow as she poked her head into the room. She doesn’t know who Donkey Kong is!? I’ll have to educate her on video game characters after I wake up.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TEN I grabbed his hand and with as much strength as I could muster, I pushed it away from my thigh. The sound of my underwear snapping back into place didn't go unnoticed as he chuckled darkly.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

she asked, and my father gave her the go-ahead. "To Summon Mai'Aljannu, you will need Mai'Karfi. He resides in Rukum. When he comes, he will ask for a ram, a clay pot, a lizard's tail and a vulture's feather for the summoning. The first two you can get, but the tail and feather will be bought in the night market," she concluded and bowed. "Thank you." My father said and nodded, and the guards took her away. BINTA.

added Aliyah. "Use your phone, Kitana." suggested Jackson, to which Kitana agreed. Karen helped take the picture of Kitana standing at the entrance with a baseball bat. Ding! Gordan's phone chimed. When he checked, he saw Kitana's picture and instantly fumed, with the Kartel watching. "What! A! Bitch!" growled Gordan. Ring! Ring! Ring! "Do you want to answer it, Gordan?" asked Nikolai. "Might as well." replied Gordan.

He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones. Her heart stuttered in her chest when the huge animal turned to meet her awestruck gaze. Those piercing blue eyes never left hers as he stalked the couple of steps toward her seat on the bed. Her first instinct was to try to scramble away from the giant animal, but then he rested his head in her lap and whined. Without conscious thought, her hands traveled toward his familiar white ruff. They sighed in unison as her hands tangled there. Kelda nodded appreciatively at the sight. This little human was made of stronger stuff than they had realized. She slipped off the bed and cracked open the heavy wooden do

Kat snorted and cleared her throat after. “Didn't know when I became a celebrity.” “You'd have women drooling over you if you were Gojo Satoru.” Kat joked, sitting more comfortably. “Gojo Satoru? I think they'd be on their knees if I were Choso or Toji.” “You dream too much. You even have silver hair like Gojo so… it fits.”

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

"Why the hell are you all glaring at me? I can't afford another mad hound going feral in my territory." A short chuckle slips from Darren, and like dominoes, the tension cracks. The others laugh - lightly , nervously. Even Alessia smiles. But I don't. Not yet. It's obviously the first time Derek reacts visibly rattle. Alessia steps closer, her voice quieter. "What is a Kitsune? Really?" I turn to her slowly. My gaze drifts back to Raven, her breathing shallow, the book still on her chest. "The Nine-Tail Fox," I say.