Mori Ouran Novels & Stories

The interior reflects the wealth in a minimalist way, which is actually pleasant to look at. “Alpha Fenriz, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Takahashi Itsamu, Homura’s husband, comes out to greet us when we sit down to have tea. Slipping his arm around his wife, he gives me a look that says he’s not scared of me. Cute.

Not one to be bullied into silence though, Megan made to start an argument on where and when exactly the right place and time would be, but no sooner had she poised her lips to form the words that dust was suddenly rose around her and she felt a momentary electrical tingle on her skin as something whizzed past her. "Looks like you guys started the party without me," a voice came from the dust and she looked up to see a girl also around the same age as Jay and Adolf. The girl was mixed race; Japanese-American, if Megan's deduction was correct. She styled her hair in a purple bob and wore a black leather jacket and jeans with black leather boots. Her whole outfit was adorned from top to sole w

However, none came his way. Smiling, Oritha gave Zen a pat on the back. “You’ve got good eye! I didn’t think she would be here in the academy too.” Coral was one of the people Zen wasn’t so sure about initially. However, Vera’s recommendation made him think twice. She was the odd one out in Oriole’s new party because of her background. Like Oritha, she was very athletic and would make a great warrior in the game. Unlike Oritha, who had dark hair, Coral had golden hair and amber eyes. However, she was tanner than Sasha and Akiko. The scar on her left cheek and the iron brand on her left inner wrist spoke volumes about the type of life she had previously.

Spineless little worm. “Hello Supreme Alpha Rian, it’s so nice of you to come from Máni for my birthday. Now, shall we dance?” Morrigan says to me, her bright green eyes full of laughter at what just occurred. “Of course, darling, however; I do have something that I need to discuss with you so why don’t we head somewhere more private?” I suggest. She nods and grabs my hand; pleasurable tingles shoot up my arm and I sigh in content.

Alexandra Dellarosa POV Tiny's death did not make anything easy for us. In fact, if his death did anything, it was to keep Mr. Moose on his toes. This wasn't a welcome development because Moose watched us like a hawk would do its prey. It was evident that he leaned into a particular interest in me not because of the little dibs game that he had played earlier with Tiny but because the incident had formed an opinion in his head that I was responsible for his friend's death. He didn't need to say much, his expression did all the talking.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Morgana, known for her impartiality and a knack for deciphering the motives behind supernatural machinations, decided to seek out the Silver Moon Pack, where Alpha Jake presided. Morgana, with an air of purpose, arrived at the Silver Moon Pack territory. The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the surroundings. The pack members, going about their nocturnal activities, looked up as Morgana approached. The air crackled with an undercurrent of tension, an unspoken acknowledgment that something significant was about to unfold.

She nearly rolled her eyes but stayed silent—she had no interest in looking anyway. "I'm sorry," the man rushed out, voice trembling. "I caught the scent of a human and didn't realise she was with you." Orion frowned. He hadn't masked his scent or pheromones, and yet this warrior had been unable to recognise him. That could only mean one thing: whatever Malcolm had injected him with was suppressing his scent. The question was, for how long? "What's your name, warrior?" he asked, voice hard. The Lycan shifted uneasily on his feet. "My name is Vega, Alpha."

On day 40, Luna’s Heart did something new. It didn’t speak to Ash. It spoke to Ori. The pup’s eyes went wide. He wasn’t scared. You have two gray spots, the moon said. The voice was in Ori’s chest. One for me. One for you. Will you carry me when I’m tired? Ori, age 5, nodded solemn. “Yes.” The moon pulsed. A petal fell. Not pink. Not white. Not gray. Clear. Like glass. Like water. Like air.

For some reason, that made me recall familiar blue eyes, glaring at me from across a table, and then staring up at me with heat and desire, as tears leaked from their sides. I cleared my throat, pushing the image aside and forced out my most charming smile as Eden turned to fully face me. “Young Master Hall.” I took his hand, bowed slightly and pressed a kiss to the back of it. He smelled like lavender and honey, unmistakably omega. “My name is Kao Mori. It is a pleasure to meet you.”