Kuchisake Onna Novels & Stories

Marianne nodded and said, “Nanako was very famous when she participated in the combat fighting competition. It is said that she is the Yamato Nadeshiko that is recognized throughout the whole of Japan...” Kathleen smiled and said, “She is the Yamato Nadeshiko who is recognized throughout Japan, and she is actually one of our rivals.” “What?!” Marianne subconsciously exclaimed, “She likes Charlie too?!” “It’s more like love,” Kathleen chuckled and said, “It is said that love is through dead and life, right?” Having said that, Kathleen saw the look of surprise on Marianne’s face and continued to smile as she said, “Don’t be so surprised. Another shareholder of Ito-Schulz Ocean Shipping Group i

There was a figure dressed in linen kneeling on the ground in the deepest part of the hall. She was not too old. She was in her forties at most, and her face was quite delicate. However, she seemed to age ten years older due to the sudden shock. Katie Price, Miwa Fujihara’s mother, was a woman from the Island Nation. Her face was a little gloomy at this moment. Apart from her daughter’s death, another reason for the gloom was that she had just received the news… The banknotes flying all over the sky ruined the meticulously arranged drama.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

I could sleep again right now. Hearing small chitchat, four women came through the tall wooden doors across the room. One woman with a cap on her head, blue transparent kimono, and a sword inside of her sheath comes walking towards us, while the other three walks toward the sofa Bahm was on. Two of the woman looked naked and caught my attention right away. The woman walking up to use was wide eyed as she eyeballed Kris viciously. Kris takes a step towards the slim woman and sniffs the air around them. Not even paying her any mind.

She sighed and began to search online for an office from where she had stopped last night and she received a call, the name was too familiar and she felt a sense of deja vu. "Hello Naomi." She said as she picked up. "My baby. How are you doing?" Naomi asked and she was so moved to tears. "I am fine." She replied. "You and your husband should come home this weekend. I made a Miso soup and it's too much. This old pa here refuse to eat with me, saying it's not sweet. How could he say it's not sweet, when all Japanese food are always sweet. My friend from chess game helped me get the ingredients while coming from Tokyo yesterday. How could I let it waste." Naomi said, her voice kind of weak, but

The craftsmanship, the quiet elegance, it felt like stepping into another century. Footsteps approached. Haruto Suzuki entered first, impeccable in a charcoal kimono-style jacket over tailored trousers. Beside him walked the interpreter I recognized from the waterfront lounge, and a woman who could only be his wife. She is stunning, flawless porcelain skin, long black hair pinned in an elegant twist, wearing a deep plum kimono embroidered with silver cranes. She looked no older than me, maybe twenty-five or twenty-six, but carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone who’d grown up knowing exactly who she was.

Kit looked over her shoulder at the retreating woman. “Mitsuhide I have seen her before,” Kit said. “Okay,” Mitsuhide said. “No. Mitsuhide. I have seen her everywhere we have gone this weekend,” Kit said. “Maybe she lives over here,” Mitsuhide said. “She was watching us every time,” Kit said. “Mitsuhide was her eyes green?” “Yes, strikingly green,” he said. “Mitsuhide she is the one from the cave,” she said. “What?” he asked.

“You know that is how mind control works?” Mitsuhide said softly. He was watching the young woman in front of him. Though she was the youngest of the group by a few years she had an aura about her that matched his wife’s in making her seem much older than she really was. He smiled at the thought that he could only deal with one woman like his wife but this other one wasn’t all that bad to add to the mix. Mitsuhide thought Max had lucked out the same way he did.

“U-Umm… I… I know you two… You are Jai Waetford… A-And Darrion the Speedy Windlet…” Darrion nudged Jai. “What did she say?” Jai whispered. “She recognized us.” Darrion smiled at. “Yep. That’s us!” The girl blushed at his energy. “M-My name is Shizuka Kogasa. N-Nice to meet you.” She bowed politely. Jai and Darrion bowed back at her. “Nice to meet you.” “Well then, Kogasa-san, we’re going to the restaurant downstairs.” Jai said politely.

I smirked. “If you say God.” Takashi scoffed. “Nope. Scarier and a hell of a lot sexier. My wife, Yūri. She already wants you dead, and that was just a shot to my arm. You kill me, you are going to get your heads removed slowly and her Kitsune card shoved down your severed neck.” I smirked.