Komi Novels & Stories

Bright

It's almost late afternoon when he prints the last report. "This brand is important. The cherry-red Hyundai is worth millions of dollars... the company's in Korea, but it has a branch here in Ohio, so nothing can go wrong," Sam explains, packing away everything we've done. "Everything is on this USB, Estela. You keep it... and tonight, don't leave my side. These people can be dangerous." "Dangerous?" "Yes... don't go near Mark... their representative. Promise me." "Yes... of course." Now I'm even more scared than before. Tonight will be crucial.

His mother and Kyomi’s mother had been close friends since university, and when the invitation for tea came, he had accepted with feigned indifference. The door slid open. “Fugishigoro-kun! You’re here!” Kyomi’s bright voice hit him like warm sake. She stood there in a soft, oversized cream sweater that slipped off one smooth shoulder and tiny cotton shorts that revealed the toned expanse of her thighs. Her long chestnut hair cascaded loosely down her back, and her large hazel eyes sparkled with mischief. At twenty-three, Kyomi was petite yet curvaceous, with full breasts that strained gently against her sweater and a smile that could disarm gods.

Wordlessly he hands me the letter. I read it out. “To the Honoured Three Kings of the Realm, we are writing to you to make you aware of a sad situation that has been brought to the attention of the Elder Council by several packs at this month’s meeting. The Golden Harvest pack, the Blue Moon Pack and the White Ridge Pack all came to report missing women from their villages in the last two months.

Alif is relieved that finally someone is seen around him and can help him. "Sorry, Mpok. Not that I'm presumptuous. I was trying to go to the toilet, but I got lost." Alif walked closer to the door of the room. The woman stopped combing her hair. He then turned to Alif. Right. She is Kumara, Doni's wife. A few seconds later, a strange thing happened. Kumara raised her hand that was holding the comb and chewed the comb. The comb fell out and was chewed by Kumara's teeth which became pointed with a "kraaaak ... kraaaak ..." sound like crackers being eaten.

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Hikari didn't know who is that person so Sabu-sama introduced to him that person. Sabu-sama standing beside that person and he started talking "This is Aniliast. He is a person who will beat all of you. If you don't believe it. Then why don't you try it out?" Hikari then tells Sabu-sama that he shouldn't look down at the others. So he then asks Sabu-sama again about what kind of competition that they're going to do. Then Sabu-sama gives a kendo sword to Aniliast and he says to Hikari that maybe he will be alright without a weapon. Akaru didn't think that it was fair. So he gives Hikari something like a baton. But since Hikari was only trained to use Sword, Gun and knife he was not sure if Hi

’ I said turning to him slowly. ‘You’re cheeky’ he repeated tilting his head and frowning, ‘Is everything okay?’ he asked, concern plain on his face. Heat rose up my body and my face flushed at the thought of Sasha in Berlin when he discovered I wasn’t wearing underwear under my long skirt, he too called me a cheeky zayka, which meant rabbit. I shook my head as I reminded myself that Lyosha, the Russian tour guide had called me zayka several times as well and this was clearly a Russian term of endearment. ‘Yeah, fine’ I said with a smile, regaining my composure. Jamie took care of serving the rest of the family, while I sat across from Vasya to enjoy my meal.

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Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.