Miyamura Izumi Novels & Stories

She stopped just when her hand made contact with the door knob. “Alpha Isabel Martinez” she replied in a voice that wasn’t hers.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Don't get mad at me just because you don't know how to manage your own schedule. Even though she's my senior she's pretty bad at managing her own time. Everything she does depends on her emotions. She's like a tempest this girl. That was my first impression of her and it was the only thing that remained consistent. But I'm not mad. Not many bastards are able to say they banged their girl crush. Koizumi Noriko. Widely known to the masses as the singer MIKO. A child actress that eventually went on to become a part of a girl group before eventually becoming a solo act. Music aside, I've always been more interested in her more so as a woman than a fan.

She wants what is hers, to be hers Gladys got that gene too. But hers was more like that of a villain Me: how can I change from being Gladys? I don't want to be Gladys. I'm not Gladys Ma'am Nina : you're Rainbow Me: but I have Gladys face Ma'am Nina : that's easy to change She touched my cheek and I felt a tinkling sensation Ma'am Nina: check the mirror I took the mirror and screamed Me: Rainbow I looked exactly like the real me

with that she climbed upstairs After few seconds footsteps were heard from the staircase, looking up ,I saw Gomez's wife now looking pail and fragile due to stress and maltreatment. Behind her I saw a totally different person, her courageous Aura stood out , she was breath taking and nothing close to any of her pictures I saw , her curves were ... No Ace, you shouldn't admire her like that ,oh Lord save me , was all i could pray.

Maria stared in astonishment at how mesmerising his eyes were and the mole—he had a mole on his nose. Something about it felt awfully familiar. Does she know this person?

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

Despite the oddity, something deep down told her that she would have died in her sleep if the woman wanted to kill her. “Don’t worry. Focus on getting better. There would be plenty of time to do that.” Ejima rubbed her nose again as she watched the woman. She was picking the content in her mortar into a small leaf, and the fishy smell gave Ejima a bad breath. “What is that thing?”

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

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.