Mori Ohshc Novels & Stories

Looking at the lean soldier standing in front of her. The soldier looks at Morrigan with the utmost respect, bowing his head low in front of the queen. His armor clattering at his slight movement. "I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Your Majesty. But I am here to deliver news from the borders by the orders of my superiors." Morrigan nodded her head as she huffed air from her mouth. Her fingers fidgeted with each other as they slowly grew sweaty from the anticipation of what news the guard will deliver her. "You did not disturb my rest, at ease." The soldier dipped his head lower before he rose from his salutation. His iron armor clattering softly, disturbing the ominous silence inside of Morrig

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

"One thousand." OmO

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

Acre's voice filtered to me but I didn't care, I ignored him "Ocean" I blocked him not wanting to hear his voice. "Ocean, honey is everything ok?" moms voice filtered through "Honey, I can feel your pain, please tell me you're ok" "They took her, I don't know what to do" "Took who son?" "Desert, they took my Desert and killed Lanna" "Oh dear moon goddess, I'm sorry Ocean, Lanna was well she was one of a kind, ok now come on we will mourn Lanna after but you need to get your arse up and prepare for war"

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

It was like any normal watermelon, just that it had two distinct markings on either side and on the center of the two marks, was a hole that ran from one side to the other. “What is this?” Ejima asked. “This,” Ngozi pointed to the watermelon. “Is a target melon” “Well?” Ejima shrugged. The glee in the eyes of the woman was causing more confusion. “Before the chief died, she predicted that you would shoot this target from a far distance and not miss.” “Ah, hilarious.” Ejima chuckled, “I didn't shoot anything…” She paused when she remembered the flaming arrow and the way she had stopped it. A sudden chill went from her bones, into every part of her body. Could it be that these people had predi

" My heartbeats have now gone crazier. Each question makes my heart pound louder in my ears that I no longer hear my voice. "It's taken care of, long before Mr. Mori's entry." I pull up a deep breath, exhaling it slowly to calm down my nerves. "Remember, Miss Sahara, Mr. Mori works for the Yamaguchi-Gumi group, known as the Yakuza."

She had to move with a special material that kept her heart stable, for she would also be a weak Omega if not for her wolf, Bambi the executioner. I stood my ground, staring at her hair as it fell right down. There was nothing I could do to stop her from denying such an incessant act of jealousy. I also felt that way whenever other ladies challenged me for him. “What’s happened here?” The ground shook. We exchanged glances, taking our eyes towards the sound of the grumbling noise. Ryu stood there, a roughed-up boar hanging around his neck. He wasn’t putting on clothes, and his broad chest caught my attention. He was dripping, his well-sculpted abs glistening with each movement he made under

"What shall I tell his majesty your name is, my lady?" Searching her bag for more supplies, Mory glanced up at Agamori. "Morana Osulf. But you can call me Mory if you like." Bowing his head slightly, Agamori motioned towards the horses. "Very good. When you are finished here, Morana Osulf, come and find me. We'll be making for home shortly." "Sure thing, Chief." Mory continued tending to wounds as Agamori walked back to the men stacking bodies.