Kny Zenitsu Novels & Stories

“And now I understand why?” Her cheeks turned red suddenly. “Raya…” Gina lightly scolded her daughter before turning to Violet. “Are you excited for your gifts, Violet?” With that she clapped twice and the army of servants that Gina brought with her walked inside the Scott Packhouse and opened the huge black briefcases. Keroline left a gasp. Nikita’s eyes almost bulged out of her sockets seeing the gifts from Zenith's mother. Twenty briefcases filled with Jewels. Dresses. Shoes. Hair accessories. Makeup and what not.

he muttered, but he chose not to push further, knowing the exact limit of my patience. ​KAEL'S POV ​A soft, rhythmic knock at the door broke the tension. ​The door opened to reveal Tanya, carrying a silver tray with a steaming pot of herbal tea. She wore a stunning lavender gown that fit her perfectly, her golden hair swept up to reveal the elegant slope of her neck. She looked radiant, entirely untouched by the stress of the court. ​"I hope I am not interrupting," she said, her voice smooth and melodic as she walked into the room, placing the tray on the side table. "I wanted to congratulate you on your victory, Kael. The entire palace is singing your praises."

He feels a bit irritated with this Zayne guy. Bang! Bang! Bang! "9,9,9" "See…that's my lucky number!" Yu Luan smiles widely. "Okay, my turns up." Zenith took out his gun and started pointing on the shooting board. "Good luck, Zenith." Athena cheer him up while showing him a fighting spirit. "Thanks, sis.." Bang! Bang! Bang! "9,9,10." "Ahh~ Amazing!" Athena clap again and shake Zayne's shoulder a bit.

"Dinner's ready, babe." Jesse hollered enthusiastically, opening the door to his small walk-in closet. His heart skipped a beat and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he saw K, standing and looking at herself in front of the full-length mirror, wearing a white dress. The white dress.

wallet balance—¥1,048,576. The trio audibly gasped. “Three thousand yen per hour,” Kimura smiled sweetly. “Or…” He slowly opened his backpack. Like a magician revealing his final trick, out came: A Morita Group prototype game console (not yet released), Limited-edition sneakers from last year’s national championship, A gold-lined envelope containing year-long VIP passes to Koshien. Deal sealed. D-Day. The sun was barely up. Coach Kojima adjusted his mirrored sunglasses and scanned the lineup.

SAGE Just as I cut off from the call with Damien my eyes dropped on my sexy Luna dressed in one of my shirts. Her slender thighs were exposed to my ravaging eyes. It's been a week since I marked her' and everyday, I want nothing but more of her. I gulped down a lump wondering if she even had anything under it with dirty thoughts wandering on my head here and there. My jawline hardened as I felt the big man down there already getting hard. Memories of our passionate moment washing down.

I snapped. “I know how you feel, you can get angry at me and I totally understand. But you should move on, I am sure this is what your parents would want for you. I know we just met and I want you to know that I don’t mean any harm. You have to eat something and survive.” She said, pissing me off. I gritted my teeth in anger, I didn’t need anyone’s pity. Her snarky comment made me let out a laugh of bitterness. “Do I look like someone who needs your help? I don’t need your apologies, and trust me, if really I need a shoulder to cry on, it’s definitely not yours. Its either you leave this room, or I do you the favor of leaving this pack. And please when going, take your food with you, I am no

Then I'll call Lancelot's or El Quixote's Knights. Issei - ...Is she really a ? Ramius - Yes, one of Eden's three Kathryn Lapucelle. Riche - Hey, Kath, could you just hear us out, please? We want your help. Issei - ...That was quick... Are you two not on good terms with this Kathryn girl? Ramius - No, I wouldn't say we were close friends, but we were friendly enough and pretty close in age. Riche - Kath has always been antisocial, is the thing...

And Roan King. For the next thirty-five minutes I do my best to focus on what Dr. Paulson is discussing, but I would be lying if I didn't admit that my eyes keep straying across the room to rest on Barnett’s legendary football star. Every time I catch myself staring at those wide shoulders, bulging t-shirt clad biceps, and inky black hair, I have to mentally chastise myself before refocusing my distracted attention. After the seventh time, I'm more than a little irritated with myself for acting like the rest of these silly little twits who are practically drooling all over their desks.

"Are you guys for real?! That girl is not a zombie! She's mentally handicapped, you dumb asses. To start off look at her she hasn't once tried to take a bite out of anyone who's standing next to her and then look at her eyes. I can see the whites from here, the zombies are pure black, you idiots!" Everyone looked dutifully ashamed and wouldn't meet anyone's eyes as they continued to step back. The lady that had tried to help originally turned her back to them and addressed Benjamin who had a startled look on his face. "What's her name?" she asked. "Bianca." "Hello, Bianca. My name is Ms. Suzy," she said kindly to Bianca.