Omori Novels & Stories

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.”

My arm left Higan's neck and I reached down to stroke myself as my orgasm neared. Higan's labored breath brushed my lips and he looked down at me. His lustful his gaze made me feel more turned on. I threw my head back and shut my eyes, moaning loudly as my orgasm washed over me. I shuddered as spurt after spurt of cum fell onto my stomach. "You're squeezing me so tightly, Jamie," he whispered before burying himself to the hilt and coming into the latex. I tried to catch my breath and Higan slowed down his thrusts before pulling out of me.

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.

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”.

The Japanese omamori could be equated to amulets in Oskia. Yahiko murmured, “This silly child. Mr. Wade is so powerful, so why would he need an omamori from Rokuonji Temple? I’m afraid that the guardian of Rokuonji Temple is not even qualified to carry Mr. Wade’s shoes. How could the omamori protect Mr. Wade?”

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Morrigan continued to walk farther from the edge of the pool and when she noticed it she was already beside Fiachra’s statue. “Do you remember the first time we met?” Morrigan asked him, walking around the pool not minding if she is now getting on the deeper end of the pool, across the marker. “Yes, I do, my queen,” Colfre replied. Morrigan looked around the room with a memory in mind. The bathhouse has its fair share of angel statues that holds a jar of water that is made of ceramics. But it was evidently designed with the emblem of Hymir, with crows embossed in gold at its wall. “I see, if the same thing happened today will you do the same?” Morrigan asked. Colfre scrunched his eyebrows wi

the girl in ponytail said cheerfully and twirled. "What are you talking about?," Iktanne replied, completely baffled. The girls looked at her with a bit of confusion at her remark but wasn't bothered by it. "You see, Iktanne-sama, some of our relatives live in the northern province of Japan. Right now, our Empire's northern barracks have detected anomalies that involve about one and a half dozen of Giant bandits attacking villagers from there. Remember the sudden appearance of a tsunami a couple of weeks ago? General Gary of the North barracks sent a report to the Academy that those bandits were the ones responsible for that happening," the girl in pigtails explained.

Very weird. * To Be Continued *