Misaki Takahashi Novels & Stories

Mishka asked as her heart picked a race and she gestured to someone to lower the music. “Big B is with Maasi (Aunt Riya)” Kiara said. “And Tistan dropped me here,” “Tistan? Your friend, right?” Mishka asked, and Kiara nodded her head, grinning. “Come, I’ll intotoduce you to him,” She misspelt the word introduced and Mishka chuckled, rising to her feet. She was wearing a maroon long shimmery full sleeves Anarkali Suit. Her long dark brown hair was open, and she kept her makeup natural.

She said, as I busied myself with getting dressed. "Take me to her." I said, ignoring her words. "I'm afraid she's a little busy tonight." Misaki replied me, as she jumped down from the counter. I frowned at her in confusion. "What do you mean 'busy'? We had a deal!" I growled at her, slowly getting fed up by her antics "Well, you already know she's a stripper." Misaki flashed me a saccharine smile. "...it shouldn't be hard for you to come to terms with the fact, that she now works for me."

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

She said, She examined Kurai and Cai Kang and took some notes in a separate room. Otaka Misako is not a fighter like almost everyone else but is aware of both worlds. She is a xian who specializes in the study of curses and travels all over Japan to research curses and how to cure them. Her potential to see and understand a curse works with one look, which is how she earned a living and gained funding for her research. “Can you tell me how that curse of yours works again as well as the incident?” Misako said while getting her notebook.

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 have to be completely sure that I’m not being fucked with. She has heterochromia, one eye black, the other’s a deep purple. Her hair’s very dark, darker than Bastard’s, a straight, rich black mane falling over her shoulders. Holy fuck she’s hot. What are in the Aronohai genes? Aronohai Misa is incredibly hot, she could fuck me. I’m deathly terrified of alphas but I’d consent, she can have me however she wants me. Damn it, I’m not enough, she can have Sakura too.

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.