Magi Kouha Novels & Stories

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

Looking at this girl, Monica somehow had an idea who this girl was. "It's hot, hot! But wow, it is very delicious! Hot, hot! How did you make this, Kouhai-kun?" Seeing the girl in front of him yelling and screaming, she just stuffed the nikujaga on the small bowl into her little mouth and looked at him as if she had found a treasure. "Hello, my name is Misaki Kamiigusa, a third-year student! Kouhai-kun, I have just met, Chihiro-nee before and I have heard of you from her, um, it is delicious!"

“How’s it going?” Maggie stared up at the goddess of air and cloud with fondness. This was the third of four sculptures to be completed for Joe’s new restaurant, and she thought that it was maybe her favorite. This one was as graceful and curvy as the first two, but she also had a strong, sassy kind of tilt to her head and hips. She looked like a bit of a kickass apsara, actually, not even a tiny bit demure or shy. In fact, she had the bearing and dignity of a fighter and a survivor.

Things like innocence are already gone when a child reaches twelve. “Regina?” asked Ma’am Ague as she looked at her, clearly foreign to her name. “Oh, uhm, that’s my codename as a moonmage. You can call me that or just the usual Raii Shin.” Now she was feeling awkward. How could she see her teacher the same way as before? Ma’am Ague didn’t respond to that. “We’re here,” she just said. Regina’s eyes flew around. They were beside a flower shop. Ma’am Ague went ahead and greeted the vendor who was an old woman closing up the shop. Nothing seemed off about the place and certainly it was not where you would typically hide a bunch of humans away from the enemy.

Her approach was not working. Magnolia tried her best, but she could not remember fully how she actually felt. She was scared for Daniel, scared that Baron Cross would keep his word and hurt Geoffrey. She was angry with herself because she could not help her husband. But she was missing something. “I cannot sense any magic,” Laya told her after a few minutes. Magnolia opened her eyes, disappointment painting her face. She pressed her lips in a thin line. She was frustrated. Out of everyone, she did not want to fail in front of this woman.

“Hello Joe, Nice to meet you too.” “Joe, Is Nathan staying over again tonight?” Joe went behind the desk taking his seat again, folding his hand on the table looking at me. “Yes, he is.” “But, WHY?” “He can accompany you.” Joe smiled. “What…? I have Carolyne… She can do that….” I elbowed her… telling her silently to say yes. “O no Mia, I have a shoot tomorrow. Unfortunately, I cannot.” “A Shoot for what?” “I’m a model Mia... and quite a famous one.” She flicks her hair over her shoulder dramatically…

Yesterday night makes her feel ashamed and mortified so she is trying to show me that she doesn’t even care who I am and doesn’t even know that I exist. “Okay, I am ready to go.” She announces as she walks in making a grand entrance, completely ignoring me and walking out of her home. She had tied her hair in a bun which I didn’t like much, I liked her hair open. But she did look beautiful like she always does. “Finally.” I mutter as I get up and run up a little to catch up with her, “What do you think you are doing?” I ask as I see her assistants leaving in a separate car.

Her Mediterranean facial features would always deserve a second or third look from people who would see her. She was blessed with exquisite almond-shaped dark brown eyes and long thick lashes. She had a prominent nose, tight rosy cheeks, and her skin was as fair as fresh milk. Even their neighbors would say that she was the younger version of Amparo Muñoz, the Spanish beauty queen who won the Miss Universe pageant when it was held in Manila in 1974. “This is so flavorful. Oh, mama, do you remember the first time we were together buying this noodle dish from that lady in that eatery. She said I looked like a beauty queen. What was her name?” Clarissa was trying to recall that memory.

Her eyebrows raise and her eyes sparkle, but she doesn't say anything. Maggie unfastens the strap-on harness and lets out a long sigh as she pulls the dildo from her sopping, wet cunt. Her unruly pubic hair is matted down around her bright pink pussy lips. Tossing the harness onto the floor and helping mom out of the sling, they fall on the bed, side by side in a tight embrace. Maggie has her back to me and is cuddled up to my mom, with her leg looped over my mom's side. This gives me a clear view of her dripping pussy and I watch as mom's hand slides between her pussy lips, scooping out Maggie's fresh cream.

"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.