Mary X Yumeko Novels & Stories

“It is beautiful, isn't it?” “It looks okay,”my nerves were on edge and I was pretty sure there was a pool of sweat at the nape of my neck. The chair turned and a lady sat down there. She was beautiful, her Japanese ancestry causing her to have small distinct features. She stood and walked to me, her head barely reaching my shoulders. “My my, you're a tall one,” she smirked. “I am Naomi Miyazaki.” I took the hand she offered, my throat dry. “Dylan Cross.”

I shove my penis in your velvet mouth, hard down your throat. Dahlia Penedo Salazar says: Your member fits perfectly. Suck harder while massaging your bag, you're delirious with pleasure. Mr. X says: Smiling satisfied, I finally managed to make X enjoy. Or at least enjoy virtually. Mr. X is typing… Mr. X says: Dalia, you’re a bad girl. Dalia Penedo Salazar says: A woman, you mean… Mr. X says: As you wish… anyway, you’re late for your class…

Crista smiled and stepped closer. Katrina nodded, reaching up to touch my face. Why can’t I feel that? I don’t even smell her. I should be able to smell her. This has to be a trick. That damn witch is messing with me. That fucking bitch, I’m tired of her games. “He has a bit more color than yesterday. It’s slow, but he’s coming back. Alexander, Zio Damon, and André swear that the mate bond can bring someone back. And that it can be done even if the pair aren’t marked and fully mated.” Katrina sighed. This was surreal to hear and see Katrina but only through the mirror. I still don’t believe what I’m seeing.

The two times that I had gone to the bar in the company of several colleagues, he had been there, of course talking and laughing with Eva and going to her office on business and both times, I had left after 10 minutes, and since then I hadn’t gone to that place anymore. Of course, it wasn't just in there, no, of course not. Last week I went out to eat with several women from the company at a popular Japanese restaurant two blocks from Be productive, when I turned my gaze to a corner and met with amused feminine eyes, while her companion smiled at her really comfortable. Yes. I’m talking about Mark and Jessica. Jessica the bitch. The only thing missing was her tail and her barking. The nigiri

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”

His voice held a hint of hesitation, as if unsure how to respond to such a simple, yet loaded request. Maria gave a gentle smile, taking the conversation in stride. Her voice was calm and soothing as she said, "I believe we all can become good friends." There was a subtle weight to her words, a tone and look that only those familiar with Ken Yimo's past could truly understand. It was a mix of lighthearted teasing and the comfort of shared history. At her words, Ken Yimo’s face drained slightly, his eyes momentarily distant, as if Maria’s presence and her words had stirred up memories or emotions he hadn’t expected.

TIME: 19:00 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 1, "CLOUD 9" SKY-LOUNGE. ACCOUNT BALANCE: 68,000 CREDITS. The crab didn't taste like processed algae paste. It tasted like the ocean—briny, sweet, and incredibly rich. Ren watched Maya take a bite. Her eyes widened, and a genuine, delighted laugh escaped her lips. She covered her mouth with a hand that was no longer rough from scrubbing floors, but soft, manicured, and adorned with a simple silver ring.

Alpha Allison smiled making my blush deepen. “That’s what you meant when you said I was the one who told you we were coming?” I faced Maria in an attempt to take the focus off myself and the older woman smiled secretly. “Indeed, I have a special connection with the Moon Mother.” She didn’t say much else but given the look that passed between us, we were sure she knew a lot more than she was letting on. “Maria is considered the Shawoman of the High Tide Pack, her existence was kept a secret to protect her and the pack from ill intent.” Jasper supplied, looking at Maria with emotionless eyes while she simply smiled at him.

Meanwhile, Sebastian, Jim, and Peter were having a fine time drinking and chatting at the bar area. After everything was set, Sakura decided to join her biological mother, Haruka, her adoptive mom, Brenda, and her friends Mary and Katherine, who were sitting around a large outdoor table, nibbling on some deep-fried food as starters to appease their hunger. Sakura came to sit beside Mary, who was chatting on nonstop about her trip around Europe during her honeymoon, and showing everyone photos of her and her husband’s wonderful journey. Sakura was nibbling on some almonds when Michael came to squeeze in between her and Mary, which made Mary frown with disapproval.

Shanaia asked excitedly with a shinning eyes. “I will make a special clubhouse, tamago sando and monte cristo sandwiches!” Her friend formed an O shape in their lips upon hearing those unique sandwiches. “Wow! It sounds delicious by just hearing the names. ” Marylex wrapped her arms on her shoulder to ask a favor too. “Can I also make a request when we have a recital?” “Of course!” “Yes! You really are the best, Mer!” Marylex held her hands. “Awesome! You’re not just a girlfriend material but a wife material! I envy you. You’re not only smart and beautiful, you’re also good at baking and cooking.”