Mika Yasuda Novels & Stories

"Let's fuck." "Do you really have to go?" Jesse chimed in again, watching K cut up the sleeves of his Pink Floyd The Dark Side of The Moon t-shirt - the one with the ray of light hitting a triangular prism and refracting a beam of rainbow. He had it since forever, and hasn't worn it in ages. Isaac gave it to him during second year of college.

Beau points out bluntly, but the King was far convinced. "But she wasn't forced to do it. It was her urge that drove her to touch me like that!" Caius chuckles, unable to hold his thoughts any longer. "This is a major development, Beau! Maybe the next time I provoke her, she'll end up fucking me out of anger." "I don't think..." Beau got silenced halfway from the way he felt the King's dreadful gaze swallow him. "You were saying?" "The Luna is an uptight woman. She doesn’t break rules, so I'm merely trying to point out that it's tricky to keep on approaching her using different ways."

- she added after a moment, resigned. - So I understand that Kai Ichatashiko is attractive to you?- Yumiko asked with a slight smile. - I didn't say that.- Miyuki tried to defend herself.- I mean, objectively speaking, he's not ugly. But I don't feel any attraction towards him. Kai Ichatashiko is just my psychologist, a doctor that's supposed to cure me.- she explained at the end.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

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She grinned and all the anger in me evaporated. "Why the hell does her smile affects me" I thought frowning. "Good day sir" the ice cream vendor greeted me and I nodded "how much ice cream did she consumed" I asked and his next word shock to me, well not that I'm too shocked because I expected it after she ate five plates of pasta and three cans of Coca-Cola. I paid him and dragged away. MELISSA'S POV

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

I say quickly. "Don't worry, I will come early. Tell her a friend is coming over to see her." Nigel simply said and hung up. I stared at my phone like someone had puked on it. "Who was that?" I heard Makaila ask. "My cousin, Nigel. You might not know him. He isn't all that popular." I said, trying to discourage her. "You mean Nigel Santos, the music major." She said. My head shot up. "You know him?" I asked.

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 01💞02 •••••• { TWO WORLDS } <7AM≈THE RODRIGO'S APARTMENT> Mrs Rodrigo placed the fresh toast bread on the dinning table and started preparing the tea,she's a woman in her late forties but never for once showed any sign of weakness or tiredness,she's always the smart and lively type not minding their poor state. She was still preparing the breakfast when Annabella walked in,she was in such a hurry that she was packing her hair into a ponytail as she approached.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.