Kol Novels & Stories

bye Slightly annoyed, Keyla hung up and leaned back against her Genzo *guys* she sighed and Genzo gently poked her in the ribs *I didn't hear that now* Genzo stroked her cheek, Keyla turned to him and kissed him *I'm glad you're not overly clingy* giggling, she went back to her coffee *Honey, they know what they have in you. Then, for example, a wild tiger like Kojiro becomes a house tiger. Although he's only like that when you're near him* Genzo explained and Keyla couldn't get over it anymore. But yes, he was right, their boys were completely different on the field. Keyla was about to lean back against Genzo when a sharp pain ran through her back. She moaned and grumbled to herself

Kaori-nee was a good cook and the food did not allow me to make a distasteful face at him. “That much?” Hiro-san chuckled, raking a hand through his dyed light hair. I still haven’t figured out whether calling it white or silver or grey or a really light shade of black (which would mean that it wasn’t black) would do it justice. Either way, it suited him. It complimented his eyes. “Do you miss playing basketball so much?” “Mm. Not really. I hadn’t really thought about it. The last time that I played was in university. The dream just made me remember it. That’s all.”

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. ☠️ SORA ☠️ “Hello, may I have your attention, esteemed passengers. Flight KE 058 from Africa has landed at Gate 31. Please proceed to Baggage Claim Hall A for your luggage. We wish you a pleasant stay in Seoul.”

“ If you were my wife, I’d never let you out the house!” The inside of the room where the party was being kept was lively. Neon lights bouncing off the walls and all all the latest music was blasting through the surround sound. Hey mama, you look yummy. As she walked in a circle around Capri, Ki was praising her friend. “Let’s get you a drink so you can get loose!” Ki… “One of anything fruity that creeps up on you later, she needs it!” Capri…. “I’m not a drinker if it has a heavy alcohol taste I can’t stomach it!”

She could’ve made it to the door unnoticed if they were humans, Kimberly thought to herself feeling slightly annoyed. “Sweetie, I know you must be hungry. I made…” “I need some fresh air.” Kimberly said, cutting her off. This made Christine really sad, Kimberly could see it. She was a bit touched and had wanted to immediately apologize, but she had to keep up her act. “O-okay. Go ahead.” Christine quietly said and turned around, returning back to the kitchen. # “Hello?” Alan answered his phone after two rings. “Hello, beta Alan. This is beta Donald from the white moon pack.”

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

The night air clung to Luna’s skin like oil as she and Kael approached the kill site. Blood stained the earth in wide arcs, and the stench of death was thick, curling in her nostrils and stirring the wolf inside her. The body lay broken between two trees—ribs crushed, throat ripped, chest carved like meat for display. Kael crouched beside it, his golden eyes scanning the damage. He didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. His face was stone.

КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

The sun was barely up when Evelyn received a message on her burner phone—a number that only a few trusted people knew. The text was brief and to the point: *Meet me at the old cathedral. Midnight. Come alone.* Evelyn’s heart pounded as she read the message. Kade didn’t waste time. The old cathedral was a relic from a forgotten era, long abandoned and shrouded in urban legend. It was the perfect place for a clandestine meeting, far from the prying eyes of The Tribunal.

Kate added, “and good at playing or hacking Dungeon Raydens.” “Hmm?” “That’s easy, right? I mean, how many high-schoolers are fluent in Korean?” “Mollayo,” Lor slurred. “Oppa… hokshi, Messi joh-ahaseyo?” Lor drifted into sleep.