Mary X Yumeko Novels & Stories

“Liar.” He surged forward, sweeping my leg and pinning me to the mat. His weight pressed down—not crushing, but firm enough that I could feel his breath against my neck. “Yield,” he said quietly. The suppressant had started to fade. My body burned and my pulse raced. I could smell him, and worse, he could smell me. “I said yield, Hale.” I turned my head just enough to meet his eyes. “Get off.” Then it happened. The faintest crack in the mask. My scent slipped which felt sweet, warm, unmistakably Omega.

A woman walking her dog, coat pulled tight. "Big day?" Emrys asked, spoon clicking against the edge of the pot. "Class," Noah said. "Sexy." "No." Emrys snorted and turned the heat off. "Well. Sit. Eat. Hate yourself later." They plated the food with a flourish — two bowls of something steaming and vaguely expensive-smelling. Noah took his without thanks, but with just enough eye contact to suggest he wasn't ungrateful. Emrys accepted it like a victory. They sat at the chipped kitchen table, which wobbled slightly unless you pressed your knee against the right leg — which Noah did.

They were reminding me of that. “Caroline swears by them,” Corrine continued, gesturing to the Luna beside her. “Two drops in the morning tea. My daughter conceived within the first month. I will have some sent to you. I believe that you can benefit greatly from them. And the alpha is going to be very happy.” I forced a polite smile despite my reddening cheeks. “That’s… thoughtful of you.” My voice was even, but my pulse wasn’t. I could feel Xavier’s attention sharpen beside me, though he said nothing.

She went straight to Damien and she touched his head. He was surprised about what she did and he grabbed her hand to stop her from doing other things. "Why did you touch my head? I'm not sick, you know." He said and Jasmine smiled. She brought out a tray of food and placed it on Damien 's lap. She was about to force him to eat before anything. He hadn't eaten anything for a while now and she wasn't ready to take no for an answer. When Damien looked at the meal that was sitting right in front of him and looked at Ariel . He wasn't ready to eat until he was sure that his Ariel was okay. He pushed the meal aside and turned his full attention to Ariel . She wasn't looking good. Jasmine moved Dam

Yin asked, coldly. Mari blinked her eyes, peeked on Yin table and the woman in there was looking at her sharply. “What are you doing?” She asked, trying to remove his hands on her shoulder. “I’m in the middle of a meeting but you’re disturbing us, Mr. Montero. Go back to the woman you are with.” she scolded. Instead of answering, Yin looked at Mr. Daria, annoyingly. “You’re near towards her, I don’t like it.” he said, frantically. “She’s discussing yet you’re looking at her chest－”

Yang Xiao said in a low voice. Miyamoto Ichiro roared with hatred, "B*tch! Congratulations, your idiot has completely aroused my anger. I will not only disgrace your wife in front of you, but also let countless men in Japan rape her a hundred times!" What? Forceful women to do Tang Muxue a hundred times? His anger was boiling! The killing intent was awe-inspiring! In an instant, Yang Xiao's reverse scale was touched, and a cold aura swept through the entire Sakura Sun-style cuisine store.

Madame Ais replied. "Okay. I want two Fairy Yumyums, Madame Ais." Maru said to the system. He also wanted to experience the taste of this candy. "Affirmative, Maru. Transforming 2 world energy for 2 Fairy Yumyums. 1% 2% 3% 99% 100% complete Congratulations, Maru. You now have 2 Fairy Yumyums available in your inventory. You only have 477 world energy available for use." Madame Ais reported to Maru.

His friendly smile put me at ease. “So…first day at college and you are already in trouble. You must be a bad girl,” Eddie winked. “No way! I was just running late, that’s all,” I giggled nervously. “I am joking. My name is Eddie, as you heard Ms. Barns say. What’s your name?” Eddie asked me. “Marina,” I replied. “Marina, what a beautiful name. It suits you.” Eddie smirked. “Tha…thanks,” I stammered. Ugh, why did I have to be so shy about everything? Eddie didn’t seem like the kind of guy who likes a mumbling idiot.