Miya Asama の小説・ストーリー

"You’re…not Amya." "That’s right." Mia giggled, unwrapping herself from Armal’s arms. "Let me introduce myself." She continued, beaming. "I’m Mia O’Keefe, I share a body with Amya, and I’m sorry, but you are only Amya’s mate. This big lug right here is my mate, but he was supposed to be dead. " As she spoke, Mia fixed her gaze on Armal again and huffed. Leave it to her to act like a diva because of not being in the know about something.

“And that girl is her friend, her name is-“ Before Linne finished explaining, Floria immediately cut her off. “Tachibana Azusa, member of the Vitanian Frontline Witches Brigade, Espionage Division, 178th rank.” Alisa and Linne were immediately surprised to hear what the Vitanian girl said. It turned out that she knew the background of Krista’s friend. “Y-you know her, Flo?” Alisa asked. “Yes. She is one of the magical girl spies under the command of 12th rank, Asakura Kuroe,” she replied.

Ash looked at her in confusion. " what? do you think I can bring a fifty kg rock by myself? come ya, " Maya said as Ash smiled; this was going to be the first time, he will get help from someone. " you are one of a kind huh? " Ash commented as they looked around for any heavy rocks. " what do you mean? " Maya asked balancing herself on the slippery mud. Ash held her hand as he replied, " usually girls do not like to be in this kind of situations, you know they would ask help and all, Even Azora does that, "

Riccardo says. "Riccardo, honey, I will make a better wife than Mia. I know you and Bria were together for years, but I heard you broke up. How about I take you out for dinner?" Amara says. She has a very revealing top and tries to push her big, fake boobs into Riccardo's face. Like Bria, she has too much work done on her body and face. Riccardo looks at Mia, who is all natural and beautiful, then at her sister, who is younger than her but looks older.

My head was splitting, and I genuinely did not know what the fuck to do at that point. “This would never have happened if we were here with Lady Jasmine!!!!!!”, the Slavic witch was screaming at both my father and the Lycan warriors. A diminutive woman of porcelain skin, just like Dragana, hazel eyes and long blond hair, she exuded a power unlike had seen. She also commanded the respect of all witches and Lycans present, and she was not pleased. “Lady Asma”, a Lycan general bowed.. “Please, we did not know.. You know how Jasmine is, she went by herself”..

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

"You are so beautiful, my dear. Today is a great day and we shall celebrate it for its greatness." He kissed her cheek and gazed openly at his other daughters. They could not contain their excitement. He was elated for them. He looked at her and, in her eyes, he could see her; his mother. Shinja had the loveliest eyes, brown like her grandmother. She had taken a little white streak on the left side of her hair. To be the youngest but the most reliable and mature had not been much of a choice to her. Her sisters were reluctant in taking on tough responsibilities so her empathetic nature made her engage in activities beyond her age. She understood her father's plight and always went out to hel

But the more She understood, the more She didn't understand why her lover would do things that It should not be done by men to beautiful women like Syamsa, although when Syamsa was unconscious. “It's not that you didn't text me, Brother Qomar. I was angry because of your sweet treatment to Syamsa. You do it behind me, as if you don't know that someone is looking at you. Syamsa is indeed beautiful and attractive. She is able to sedate anyone who looks at her. Syamsa is an idol on our campus, but isn't there the slightest taste that prevents you from kissing her? You already have me. But you don't think about my feelings, ”muttered Sazkia while wiping the tears that started to melt down her fa

Ryan’s voice cut through the night. “Who are you?” His tone was sharp, but even he faltered, as the woman stepped closer, her gaze never leaving me. “I am Selene,” she said, her voice soft but carrying a strange authority. “And you, Aria, have been waiting for this moment longer than you know.” My heart raced as her words settled inside me like a key turning in a lock I didn’t even realize was waiting. I opened my mouth to ask more, but Selene simply nodded toward the darkness.

Enter what? I tried my name. J-A-S-M-I-N-E. Denied. I tried “Return.” Denied. Then, without thinking, I typed: DOOR 2. The door clicked. A breath. A mechanical sigh. And it opened for me. I should’ve turned around. But I didn’t. I stepped inside. — This time, the corridor was longer. The air wasn’t stale. It was alive—humid, electric, charged like the seconds before a thunderstorm. The hallway lights pulsed in rhythm with my steps.