Kuchisake Onna Novels & Stories

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.

Kita uttered softly. Letting her robe fall onto the chair, she raised her fork to eat and looked scrumptious to Kenneth. Kita was a beautiful woman with the most contemplative eyes and the sweetest face, with her perky breast displayed behind that red wine sheer lingerie at Kenneth's request for Kita to leave her robe off. "Thank you, sweetie," Kita said as she locked her mellow eyes across the table on his, reaching over softly and moving his hair off his forehead as she resumed eating, winking sexily at Kenneth.

He asks her. “I took some mefenamic acid so the pain is subtly decreasing,” she tells him. “Did you eat before taking the meds?” He asks her. Anna shakes her head. “It’s that bad huh? The pressure from the pain causes you to throw up and intensifies the pain when you eat something?” “You’re the first man I’ve met that really understands what I’m going through during the time when my womb has committed senpuku,” Anna tells him, referencing the Japanese art of suicide when one is dishonored.

Aika Kurosaki was a tall woman in her early forties. With ever-present red lips and nails, a pricey business suit that should cost a normal worker their whole salary, and a perfectly coifed hair that reeked of elegance and pricey products. In other words, Aika Kurosaki was the epitome of a badass businesswoman, who has got the devious personality to go with it. She strode into the apartment just as Iori was about to have her glass of wine after handing Jun his drink. The sip she took almost went down the wrong way as Kurosaki-san eyed her and the cup in her hands with a cool gaze.

But underneath those kind eyes is a stone-cold killer. They nicknamed her the Onryo. Which is a Japanese vengeful spirit. Returned in ghost form to harvest the souls of those that have betrayed them in life. She is the first female Don, also known as a Donna. Apparently she is a force to be reckoned with and has mastered many kinds of self defence skills. But her favourite weapon of choice is the Katana. Hence the name. The last thing her enemies see is the look of death in her eyes as she takes her revenge.

“I've tried everything. “ Kiki said. At that time, Tsuki thought of the repercussions, what a girl who wanted to be a cook couldn't even do...? “She can't even make rice. “The woman said. Strange... Miss Kiki Omosube, she was the daughter of Jin Omosube, the master chef and queen of Chinese cuisine. The woman was an old friend of Eduarda Madrialbis, her tutor and mother when her biological mother died, she had problems teaching her daughter Kiki, who had difficulties in cooking, it seemed that everything she did tasted like charcoal, in addition to looking with coal. The one in front of him was a black pot with a black stuff in it, I don't know what that is.

“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.

He said, “I am not so very old.” “By the divine compassion of the gods,” she told him, “you may yet have time to prepare for your end. Go home and read the good law.” But the old lover would hear nothing of her counsel. Instead, he bade her to his house by night to a great feast which he had prepared for her. And when they had made an end of the feast she danced before him wearing scarlet hakama and a robe of gold brocade. After the dancing he made her sit beside him and he called for wine, which they might drink together. And the geisha who poured the saké was called Silver Wave. When they had drunk together, Sakura-ko and her old lover, he drew her to him and cried:

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.