Mori Ouran Novels & Stories

Well, I will tell you how Alfi, Koji, and Rian met and how they became good friends in this chapter. It started with the time when Alfi was a student at Muda-Muda University. Why Muda-Muda? It’s because Ora-ora University is on Central Java (Ora: no (Javanese)). And why didn’t I pun it into "Guda-Guda"? It’s because the story isn’t sponsored by Type-Moon. It was when Alfi was a 3rd-year-student. He was a member of the SEES (Specialized English Extra Sect) organization and it was on the orientation day.

Akiko recalled what Mori had said. “Kuryugumi owns Sonny and Summitomo!” Akiko mentioned Mori's tidbit, and Kenji was surprised to hear those names coming out of her mouth. “How do you know about Kuryugumi?” Kenji asked. “Mori told us all during the hanami. Shingi Fusaya is owned by Kuryugumi.” “Oh.” Kenji wasn’t thrilled to hear that Mori had explained Kuryugumi to Akiko, but he understood why. During the hanami, many other companies were present, so it made sense that Kuryugumi came up.

#Unfulfilled_Love #Sabiha_Moyuri

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

“Sir..?” “I’m sorry, I was just thinking if you would love to join me here,” the man finally spoke, his deep appealing voice sent shivers to her neck. His golden eyes are amused like he just found an interesting prey. “Excuse me?” she asked, frowning. “Selene,” Lora approached her and whispered that Mr. Morgan is already at their backdoor waiting for her. She glanced once more to the man but he is not looking at her anymore and returned to reading.

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

She laughed. "Yeah, the previous boyfriend was a dead guy, this one is also dead but with a functional body. It's quite an improvement." I joked. Emma and I giggled. Then I remembered the prophecy, Crimson Shadow didn't have an oracle, but Jade moon did. Samantha had been our oracle for years. Perhaps, she would know something about the prophecy. An hour later, I was sitting facing the 20 Alphas, while they discussed attack plans and strategies. Most of which flew over my head. When they started a discussion about the leader, Stuart, that caught my attention.

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.

Lil Joe hadn't yet recovered from the effect of the water and the countless remnants of salt that picked away the tiny bits of his open flesh, tearing him up into tiny bits, life and energy slowly slipping out from his lips as he tried telling himself to normalcy. “Light him up!” I gave the command, dramatically snapping my fingers in the air. It didn't take a second more until I heard the sound of the colts of electricity, flowing from its underground channels, leaving its footprints as it raced down to it's Final Bus Stop, “The Confessor”. “Three!” “Two!”