Kokoshibou Novels & Stories

Making Takeshi sign in response. “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

“What will I do?” “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?” “Jerk! Go, buy me boba. I’ll crush your hero later.” Aiko started playing moba. She tuned up the volume to break the silence in the room. “Hmmm…Aiko, can you please get that shirt for me?” Aiko looked up at Kalli and scanned the room for the shirt he was referring to. “Oh, shit, my turret is under attack.” Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side.

Lizzy immediately opened it with a shake of her head and wrote something on it. {C E R I S E} Asher showed the paper to Lizzy, and the girl shook her head. Asher rubbed his head when he felt Mark throw his head with a pen. Mark, damn it! Asher glared at Mark, and finally, his eyes met the teacher, who was almost glaring at him. Everyone knew Asher was a troublemaker. If he went back to school, he would do things like that again, even though he had physical limitations. Lizzy will be noisy with Lizzy, so she is called a hyperactive girl. Asher shook his head, his Lizzy, his old Lizzy changed.

“Oh, but I have gotten some information on the ninjas. Have you heard of the ancient Japanese organization, Gokudo Soshiki? “This is their logo.” She took her phone out and showed him a picture. It was a picture of a ball of flames. Alex took a look and narrowed his eyes, he felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Together, they would face the trials that awaited them, united by a connection that transcended the supernatural world's complexities. *** Under the shroud of darkness, Lark, Carla, Gabriel, and their allies, Jeff and a few trusted companions, crept silently towards the outskirts of the Blue Moon Pack territory. They moved with the skill and precision of seasoned infiltrators, making sure to avoid any sentries or patrols that might be on duty.

Kane shouts from the other side and we all walk around, looking. “That’s just moss,” Veronica says snarkily and Kane rolls his eyes, his fingers, pinching and moving the green, carefully. We all gasp as we watch Kane remove it, revealing square picture in the stone wall, like a puzzle, “What’s this?” I ask and Kane smiles as he takes a few steps back. “This is the code to get in,” he says, looking at the pictures. “And how do we use it?” Loki asks, his hand on his chin.

They each dropped a few drops of blood into the silver bowl of water, drank from it, and then sealed it with a kiss. “Lycan tradition,” Knox whispered. “Symbolic, but binding.” The moment the kiss ended, Knox disappeared into the gathering, swallowed by well-wishers and duties, leaving Lydia stunned and alone. She didn’t even have time to process the weight of what had happened. The first congratulations blurred together until two voices pierced the crowd. “Well, well,” said a honey-sweet voice laced with poison. Lydia turned. Two girls stepped forward. Blond hair. Sharp eyes.

“There’s this great bakery in Little Downtown, called Let’s Get Baked, they have the best blueberry scones. I’ve been craving them since I got here. Can we shove our faces full of baked goods and watch a comedy? I can’t do romance though, maybe something horror.” “Done!” I gave her a sharp nod. “Why don’t you take a long relaxing shower and by the time you are done, I’ll be back with the scones. And you can pick a movie.” Cora gave me a ghost of a smile. “Thank you.” “No, thank you for being such a great friend.” I gave her another quick hug before she left to go to her room. I grabbed my keys and the baseball hat that I had hanging on the back of the door. If I had to go out, I was going to