Misaki Takahashi Novels & Stories

ALEXANDER Her office is as bare and impersonal as every other branch she owns. Minimalist at best. To the point of looking sterile. It’s as if she believes the slightest touch of personality would make the walls combust, like a devil daring to step into a church. Megara Takahashi is what most men would call the definition of Japanese beauty. Skin so pale it could have been poured from porcelain. Tall, a striking 5’8, with the kind of figure that makes photographers plead for her time. Her hair was black, lustrous, and impossibly sleek, falls to her lower back because she refuses to cut it, no matter how often people suggest it.

I can't tear my eyes off of her. She has ivory complexion, with thick brown locks. She's petite, not even reached my shoulder at best. And she has breathtaking pair of heterochromic blue and yellow eyes, completed with a small nose and plump pink lips, oval shaped face, and a perfect curves. Beautiful is an understatement.

Aridoari looked down but her nipples had grown hard under the silk. Takumo walked around them slowly. He let his hand brush their shoulders and backs. Each touch sent sparks through their skin. The air felt thick with new desire. “You were chosen for your beauty and your willingness,” he continued. “Mikashi, you bring grace. Takiari, you bring passion. Aridoari, you bring sweetness. Together you will serve me well.” He stopped in front of them again. “Rise.” They stood up. Their legs looked a little weak. Takumo pulled Mikashi close first. He pressed her body against his. Her soft breasts touched his chest. He kissed her neck lightly. She gasped. The kiss left a wet mark on her skin.

Macy exits Anna’s office and the next time her door opens, a six feet inch male figure addressed in all black including his nose mask and face cap, strides into Anna’s office gracefully. She stares at him, observing his every move as he removes his face cap from his head, letting his blond loose curls fall effortlessly. Finally, he removes his nose mask and sends Anna a warm smile, making his green eyes sparkle. Just like someone Anna knew. “Nice meeting you doc, I’m Nicholas Montez,” Anna’s patient says, his smile not disappearing from his face. If not that she had to remain professional till the end of his therapy session, Anna would have definitely found herself squealing in excitement ju

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

Chapter one: Pure but sinful. The first time I saw Ginny Takahashi I forgot how to breathe properly. Her beauty was something different to behold.She stood in the wide marble foyer of the estate wearing a simple black silk kimono that hugged her narrow waist and fell open just enough at the chest to show the smooth line of her collarbone. Her hair was the color of midnight ink, straight and long, pinned loosely with a single jade comb. Her eyes were dark, almost black, and they looked at everything like they already owned it. Which they did.

"We are just friends, Adam, but if there is a chance to be more, rules get broken at some point." He rose his brow at me. "Oh? I remember how-" "Hi, guys!" Natalia greeted as she made her way to us. Her fiery, red locks fell a little bit passed her shoulders and she wore a white blouse and dark jeans. I smiled at her. "Hey." Adam placed a soft kiss on his girlfriend's lips. "Hey, babe." She returned both our smiles and looked at me. "What's going on?" "Higan's crushing on a first year," Adam answered before I could even open my mouth.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

Krysie lifts a smile. "Yes?" The girl cleared her throat and arranged her eyeglass before extending her hands. "Hi, I'm Misaki Kobayashi. You are?" Krysie suddenly feels delighted after hearing her. Finally, someone talked to me! She smiled and accepted Misaki's hand. "Hi! I'm Krysie Forsuello. You can call me Sey." They shook hands and Misaki giggled. "I never thought you'll talk to me." "What do you mean?" Krysie's forehead knotted in confusion.

I said to myself. Alpha Ryu stood before the pack in his red and black royal robe and a stringent smile that I had never seen before. I doubt the pack members have seen it too, as they also couldn’t believe it, washing their faces several times with water just to confirm. “I would like to thank my personal maid, as she was the one who washed these dishes. She has quite the guts to wash five hundred thousand, five hundred and fifty-four plates with not a single stain on them. She’s pretty much more excited about it than the rest of us”. He chuckled. “Show me what you’ve got, Samantha.”