Konjiki No Moji Tsukai Light Novels & Stories

- Let us behave. – Kurayami said. - You asked in a strange way to meet you here, simulating a retreat. – Tsuki said, in his Dark-Dragon uniform, Kurayami pulled up his blouse, pulling his chest, turning a knot above his head, sucking the nipple, and squeezing the other with his fingers. - I realized you were good at giving the tail, I planned. – Kurayami said. - What? Tsuki said. - Start going up and down. – Kurayami said, pulling Tsuki's ass.

"Our future alpha's been awfully cozy with that new witch. What was her name? Rita?" Nathan's spine went rigid. "We're friends." "Friends," Kai repeated, rolling the word like a rotten fruit. "Right. And I'm the Queen of England." He dropped into an exaggerated curtsy. "Tell me, does she make you little love potions in those witch classes you suddenly signed up for?" Luke snorted, but Nathan saw the way his packmate's nostrils flared - testing the air for Nathan's reaction. The entire fence post splintered under his grip.

Sicca was doing everything he could to calm my nerves, but they were stubborn, refusing to bend. “Ready for a little magic?” His ice-blue eyes sparkled at me, playful and teasing. I nodded at him, then turned my gaze forward. He produced a small object from his pocket, almost like a miniature hockey puck. It was a vivid green. With a flick of his wrist, he sent it skimming across the gravel. As it landed, a green light shimmered upward from it. Sicca placed a steadying hand on my waist, guiding me toward the glowing patch. It shaped itself into an oval, like a massive mirror one could walk through.

But just when it seemed that all hope was lost, a sudden burst of light flooded the cavern, illuminating their surroundings with a warm, golden glow. With a sense of relief washing over them, Cassia and her companions turned to see the source of the light, their eyes widening in amazement as they beheld a figure standing before them. It was none other than the legendary Guardian of Light, a beacon of hope and courage in their darkest hour.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

"I'm sorry but I've been busy." Nico's gaze shifted to me and he looked back at Higan with a smile. "You finally brought someone? Is he the one keeping you busy?" "Hi," I greeted nervously. Nico leaned on the counter, his platinum blonde hair falling over his eyes slightly. "Hi. What's your name?" "Jamie." "Nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm glad that you're together with Hig. He sometimes wanders about like a lost soul with all his talk about not being able to love freely."

That was nice and she knew people like him are rare in this fucked up world. “Just be gentle in your touch, that's all.” She had a whole lot to say after those words but she didn’t know how to put them into words. She had no idea since when touches started to repel her. She really wished there was a hack around it and she would stop frustrating Tyson’s efforts. “Got it.” Tyson chuckled and he gave her a thumbs up. She managed to flash him a smile while ignoring the deep thing edged in her throat. She whispered to herself that she could do this and she was an asking queen. A Konstantinos woman would never be scared of anything.

he sighs, “Anyway, can you please let him know that I can’t understand Japanese, so I request my secretary to join the meeting.” Although I think Mr. Kanzaki and his colleagues are able to understand Jamie, I follow Jamie’s instructions and mention to them, “Minna-san, konnichiwa. Watashi wa Henrietta tomōshimasu. Mōshiwakearimasenga, Jamie-san wa nihongo ga rikai dekinainode, watashi wa honyaku-sha to shite kaigi ni sanka suru yō ni tanoma remasu. Rikai shite kudasai.”

The melodious harmony that came out of the speaker made the others nodded happily. “It’s a good speaker, indeed,” Philip tapped on the black box. “You complimented the speaker but not my performance?” Carson frowned. “Stop showing off,” Jim knocked Carson’s head lightly with his elbow. He took a pair of drumsticks and sat behind the drum set. “Get ready, Ashes!” At Jim’s cue, Kenzo went to the keyboard, Philip wrapped the bass strap on his shoulder, and Carson, who was ready with his guitar, set himself behind one of the standing microphones.