Kou Rin Novels & Stories

said Jack, tossing me a smug grin before redirecting his attention to the phone in Will's hand. "Always a pleasure, Rin. Where is my brother?" Marino asked cooly. "Dead. Onii-chan is the sole surviving male heir of our bloodline. That automatically makes him Kumicho. You will give Kumicho what he wants, ojisan or die a slow, agonizing death," Rin said, frank and abrupt, speaking to Marino like they were equals. Familiar. Why the fuck wasn't she becoming Kumicho? Who the fuck was I to question it though?

It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…

She gazes back again at the horizon, looking at the stunning view. Hughes went beside her and placed his hands on his hips. He sighed. “It’s a beautiful place, isn’t it?” “U-uhm, yes. It is.”, she replied meekly. “This place is called Kósmima. It’s a different world than the world we teleported in.”, he explained simply as he knew that if he told her everything, she wouldn’t be able to process it fully. “I…is this all a dream? Are you just a dream?”, she looked at him.

We tumbled onto her scented sheets, our lips locked in a hard kiss as we got rid of the remainder of our clothing. Her nails raked my scalp as I sucked and nibbled on her nipples, leaving purple hickeys all over her soft fragrant flesh. my fingers down below, exploring her wetness. She was dripping for me. She arched her back and cursed harshly when I dragged my tongue across her slit before latching onto her clit. Her legs shook as I nibbled and sucked, her tangy juices coating my tongue and lips. “Oh Kain” she moaned, her hand a vice grip around the back of my neck, holding me against her pulsing pussy.

“First it is not sucking face kissing. Second, I'm bored. That's why I'm watching a bunch of rubbish on the television.” “You know normal people sleep by now,” I started staring at the watch on my phone, clearly at 1:00 am. “I’m not sleepy, at all,” Rachel sighed. “Then what do you want to do except watch random people sucking faces,” She laughed again hearing my words. “It's kissing, not sucking face. And if you hate it so much then I’ll turn it off…….`` Rachel said, with a mischievous smile on her face. “But it's one condition.”

The mean girl who bullied Hikari came out and saw Kuroko. “Hey Kuroko, what are you doing here? Are you here to ask me to be your lyricist?” She asked. Kuroko knew this girl well. Her name was Takami Rin. She was an aspiring lyricist but she was mean and would often bring people down so she can be on top. One of the traits that Kuroko hated the most. Rin tried to latch on to Kuroko’s arm but he wasn’t interested. He pushed her hand away and he followed after Hikari.

Kai said. “You wouldn’t dare,” Kiran said to Kai. “You can’t kick me out here,” Kai said and Kiran laughed. “As much as I’d like to stay and watch Adara kick Kiran’s ass, I prefer to see my wife naked myself,” Alex said and walked away laughing. “Hmm I wonder if Adelie’s back in our room yet,” Kai said and I shook my head as I walked away from them. I really didn’t want to think about that. “You know your mother’s still very flexible,” Kiran said as he put his arm around Kai.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

The council members had already gotten to him first and with the way they discussed, it was obvious they already had a clue on finding her. I waited for about forty minutes for them to leave, making sure to hide my scent so I wouldn’t get detected. Immediately they came out, I waited a few more minutes before going in. “Welcome, Alpha,” Kane, the blind werewolf, greeted. “I want you to find someone,” I said, voice calm as I looked outside the small window. “At your service, Alpha,” he said. “Good. Arita is the name,” I said, but immediately that name rolled out of my mouth, I saw the change in the room. Kane shifted backward as if that name was a forbidden name. His body shook and sweat came

The drive back took two hours. She did not turn the radio on. She did not call Cameron. She drove and let the road be quiet and let the photograph sit inside her mind the way a stone sits at the bottom of still water — not moving, not going anywhere, just changing the weight of everything above it. James Harper. Smiling. Standing right beside Robert Sinclair.