Ordinary Woman X Deku Novels & Stories

Soon, she responded, "It's getting late. You should rest soon, sir. Good night." I replied to her with a "good night" as well. That was the end of the chat. I scrolled up to see our chat history. All we'd ever talked about was work. Every message Kyrie had sent me had ended with a full stop. Then, I looked at her profile picture again. It was a pink water lily that had yet to bloom. There was text on both sides of the flower—one side read "wealth", while the other read "romance". For some reason, I couldn't help but chuckle in amusement when I recalled how stoic and uptight Kyrie was.

"Old lady, why don't you say anything when you come here today, let me go to the door to meet you." The old woman gave a very gentle smile when she saw the owner come out. "Xuka, it's not that I don't know you, there's no need to be so polite." Xuka is now middle-aged, but her demeanor is elegant, not inferior to the other wives. "Your custom cheongsam is done and I was about to have someone send it to you." Xuka noticed Lina next to her, looked around, couldn't help but joke: "Is this the little girl who kidnapped her, so cute."

(Duchess Marriane) Seeing only Duke and the Knight was the only one in the crowd, made Duchess feel anxious. But as she was busy looking for the guest, a tall and big woman wearing a full leather armor slowly approached Duke. Upon closer inspection Duchess realize that the woman was a demi-human, as she tries to scorn the woman, Duke immediately stops her. "Sir Duke…is the room has been prepared?..". (Big Woman) The woman casually disregards all the people in the area and asks the duke immediately. All the Knights and maids were baffled by the lady's bold actions.

She was perfection and somehow that jabbed at her femininity. "Dex?" She saw and heard the woman drawl out the name, assessing the environment in her vicinity with a lazy gaze. She walked further into the living room, away from Anelia's vision, her stilettos click-clacking in her wake. Ruefully and against her better judgement, she found herself thinking that she was perfect for Dex as she'd just heard was his name. So what if they were perfect for each other? They could pop out the cutest babies on the planet and she wouldn't give a thought about it.

I nodded in greeting at her, the old woman sitting at her small desk like it was a throne. “Axellion. Did you finally come to your senses?” She smiled at me as she patted her curly puffed white hair into place, he perfectly pressed pastel rainbow dress catching in the light with its sequins. “I did.” I nodded at her, holding the box more tightly in my hand. “Wonderful! Jude doesn’t need a man, especially one who leaves her alone with…” she paused and watched me as I kneeled in front of her on the floor. “What are you doing, boy?” She said with disgust and disdain.

“Woman?” Duke shifts his attention back to the photo in his hand. With his eyes narrowed, he peered at the lady in the picture. There’s no doubt about it. She looks just like the woman who almost got hit by a car earlier, except that this woman looks more refined and sophisticated – more like a real lady. He puts the thumb of his free hand just below his chin, trying to think. “Probably not, we were quite far, after all,” he nods, convincing himself that he’s mistaken, and oblivious to the fact that he’s been thinking out loud.

The person sitting on the low table is the oldest I’ve encountered yet. Her hair is all grey, tied in a long, thick braid that forms a knot at the back of her head. The old woman is dressed in plain clothes, contrary to my expectations, of a deep blue similar to the color of her eyes. Though she must be old beyond my imagination, looking at her even now, I can tell she must’ve been quite beautiful once. Andromeda narrows her eyes at Lukas, “As impudent as ever.” “You flatter me.” Lukas grins, and promptly seats himself on a fluffy cushion in front of her “I brought you a precious gift for all your help.”

“Would you be strong enough to attend your meeting today or should I do it on your behalf?” “Things fall apart” She whispered as Seductra looked away and shook her head. The goddess knew all these in her new ‘surroundings’ were her handiwork. From the corner of her right eye, she saw the woman in a white kimono, with a silvery obi. Her cheeks were firm as usual, though she knew deep down inside her, she’d be laughing at her. Seductra touched her forehead, neck and chest, before sitting beside her left arm.

Drake says. As we walk into the conference room, Drake follows me in. He takes a seat beside Colby and leans forward on his elbows. “So, I understand Kate explained a bit of my situation; I am looking for a woman who looks like this woman in this picture. I believe she goes by the name Lucy,” he says.

The silver behind my ribs tightens, not in pain, but in alignment, like something locking into place because it knows what comes next. Lucien grips my arm. “Elora,” he murmurs. “If this goes wrong—” “It already has,” I whisper. “We’re just choosing the flavor now.” The ripple opens wider. Something steps forward. Not tall. Not monstrous. Not even particularly impressive at first glance. It’s a woman. She looks about my age, maybe older, maybe younger — it’s hard to tell, because her face keeps slipping between expressions I almost recognize. Brown hair, plain coat, boots dusted with snow. Ordinary enough to be unsettling.