Kumi Omori Novels & Stories

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Akagi-sama said as she stood there eying them. Kurumi stood up to bow to the woman and so did her brothers. Iori remained seated and took her chopsticks taking a bite of the egg rolls that had been served to her. She’d better get as much food in her as she could. There was knowing when she could get the chance to eat again. “You better not dirty your ceremonial clothes,” Her aunt commented and Iori didn’t answer feeling her temper rise up a notch. She was too close to blowing up on her aunt who was still relentlessly stomping on Iori’s nerves as if on purpose.

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

Monica nodded and asked, "What about the other one?" Fusae then pointed her finger at a man of above-average height who had an extremely athletic build, and his most notable feature was his mop of messy, dark brown hair like seaweed. His face was handsome and because of his body and temperament, he also attracted a lot of attention from the females in this venue. "He's a new fighter of Nogi Group. His name is Tokita Ohma. I don't know anything else about him," Fusae said calmly. Her tone was very calm from the beginning to the end, showing her professionalism as a secretary of Togo Tomari.

he muttered, looking in the direction where Yuri had headed hours ago. Tohya nodded wordlessly to himself, suddenly feeling extremely exhausted. “Don’t go dying on us, Yuri,” he muttered. * * * * Yuri didn’t remove her hand from the holster that held Odium as she looked straight at Kami, not taking her eyes off of him. “That’s right, I haven’t told you my name, have I?” said Kami with a slight smirk. “Every child should at least know their father’s name, shouldn’t they? I’m Ryuou. Ryuou Kitagawa.”

Sending hello. - Well done, great lit! Not expected. - I didn’t expect it from myself, I’m graceful like an elephant ... I thought Dymov would kill me before he taught me anything. - So, what rehearsals did you run to? Tom joined the conversation, having previously chatted with guys that Kitsune did not know. I think it's his skate party buddies. Tom is crazy about skateboarding and skates like a god. She did not have to puzzle over the gift for a long time - she brought him a rare board, made in USSR. He dragged her, not knowing about it, and was surprised why this luggage bag is so heavy?

"The Supermen." Dennis placed his right hand on the top of his desk and immediately, a green light ran through the glass and his palm. "Clearance approved," the AI announced and a section of the top slid open to bring up a black manila folder. He passed it to Megan. Project Olympus. That was the title on the folder. Opening it, Megan discovered that it was a collection of detailed information on Jay, Adolf and Kei: their physiological stats, power description and stats, even their medical history. Everything had been documented in details.

Finally, omegas. I took a seat beside the other omegas. One of them was my best friend, Selene. Now here's the thing: Selene isn’t exactly weak, but God, she's allergic to everything. Trees, grass, animals, the sun and even some werewolves. It was that bad. The omega forum, usually silent and half-dead, was buzzing today. "What's going on?" I asked Selene. "It's about the mating ceremony," she said. "What about it?"

Kenton. A very naked Kenton. 'Mate,' my wolf yaps excitedly. 'Our mate is here! He came to find us.' "Amaris," he says, his deep voice doing funny things to my insides. I nod my head, indicating that I understand him. He smiles widely and steps forward, kneeling to pet behind her ears, "You are so incredible, Amaris," he murmurs, burrowing his face into her neck, inhaling deeply, taking her scent into his lungs. "Can you shift back?"

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.