Oriental Novels & Stories

My need to protect her from anything steps forward, allowing me to calm, and I face towards the crowd. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming to the Ceremony of my Luna. For those of you that do no know, this is Raleigh Walsh. She has been a member of our country Erondale since birth. She is the descendant of Goddess Selene and the God Zephyrus.” I pause as the crowd erupts in cheers. I glance at Rae and her face is an adorable shade of red. I bend down and kiss her cheek before finishing my speech.

Jacob said Yeah....yay

They were Rowais and his wife from the royal family of Country F. Rowais was in his twenties and was tall and handsome. He was a standard handsome man. Her wife, Dorian, was a very famous and beautiful model with fair skin and long legs. The people from the western world always dressed simply. The same was true of Dorian. At the moment, half of her breast was exposed in the air, seeing which, the members of Golden Wolf Mercenary felt dizzy. The members of Golden Wolf Mercenary secretly compared Dorian with Tang Rou. Tang Rou was also very beautiful. In addition, she was quiet, delicate, and tender just like other eastern women.

"Arthur told me to expect you." To Megan's uttermost surprise, the man looked to be in his late fifties; presumably the only one in the entire building who was. He was bald, African- she guessed West African from his accent- and quite muscularly sound for his age. He radiated power and authority just like Arthur did and for a second, the fear she had felt at the latter's sight came flooding back to her and she cowered a little. "Who are you?" she asked. "Dennis Ahmad," he replied, extending a handshake. "I'm the Director of UNCADTAR's paramilitary response's division. Or as I like to call it, Olympus."

It all felt so confusing. "Technically, I live a certain lifespan and die so yes, I am mortal. But I'm not exactly human Zion. Just like you, there's no name for me. At least they have the courtesy to acknowledge you as a hybrid," A weak smile tugged at her lips, "you're confused, but you aren't mad or anything which is good." "How do you know I'm not mad?" I snorted. "Your, uh, body glows different colors according to your emotions. Its something only I can see," she replied honestly, her stomach grumbling as she said that.

Someone suddenly came to his senses. "D*mn it, why does this despicable oriental have the right to control the great competition for the throne of Sunfall Empire? What qualifications does he have?" "That's right! This is a matter of our Western world. He's the son-in-law of the bastard from the East. What right does he have to decide who the crown prince belongs to? What a big talk! He deserves to be killed!" Everyone gnashed their teeth and their eyes turned red. "Lowly Asian? The son-in-law of the bastard of the East?" Alice frowned.

In Adrian’s eyes, we are all just whores. “Come with me, Ally,” Shirley beckoned. Shirley is of Asian origin, which I assumed to be Japanese or Korean. She possessed dark curls that twirl their ways around her shoulders. Her off-shoulders dress accentuated her curvy figure. “We’ll get you out of here; then we’ll shop for your dress and begin the training.” I rubbed my hand over the red mark on my face where Adrian had last slapped me. Shirley offers me her ointment, applying it for me with a sigh. My face was still smarting.

he crossed his arms while standing beside me observing the brunette. She was pretty but her dress code screamed prostitute. Her skirt was too short for comfort and her shirt revealed too much skin and to top it all off, she was a pretty little slip of a thing. "No." She said. "THAT THING-" she gestures to me "-doesn't deserve to be here."

All hard, huge and tatted. I take advantage of the fact that he's still asleep to look at them from up close. He has a full sleeve on his right arm, the one on top of me right now. Most of it is a huge dragon that goes around his whole arm, but I can make out a few other stuff like a cool looking skeleton and some writing in an asian alphabet, Korean if I'm not mistaken. I wonder if he knows the lenguaje... probably not. He's probably just a poser. He doesn't look like someone who cares a lot about his culture.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.