Oriental Novels & Stories

my father ordered, and everywhere was silent. Mai'Aljannu spread an animal hide on the floor and sat on it. He brought out some bones. The bones looked like human fingers, but no one spoke. He also brought out eight cowries and four Kola nuts. He divided each kola nut into four. From every four, he took one part of the kola nut and ate it. When he finished, he spread the items on the hide and cut his palm. He did not even flinch from pain. He dropped his blood on the things and began to recite something in a strange language. Then just like that, he was still; he looked upon the item silently without moving. After a few seconds, he engaged in a conversation with the items. The language he sp

In fact, she would brand him as eye-candy. Nonetheless, it was the way he gazed at her body before that made her feel disgusted. Then, Rosalie smiled and asked, “Sir, are you an Oskian?” Charlie had never thought that the Schulz family’s female assassin would take the initiative to talk to him. He intentionally looked surprised and excited by her approach and replied, “Beauty, how do you know I am an Oskian? After all, this is not a flight to Oskia.” Rosalie smiled faintly but then said in a serious tone, “There is a huge difference between a Japanese male and a non-Japanese male. Japanese males tend to trim their eyebrows; even their hairstyle and dressing will be distinctive too.”

Only now the roles were reversed. 'Fuck! Cheetah's curses are finally ready to bite me in the ass!'

Shin wears a red dress which makes her look even more beautiful, so Redric feels jealous of the foreign men who visit Restaurant Essort continued to stare at Shin without blinking. Yeah, right now Shin looks like a royal princess, white skin with a sharp nose, slightly pointed chin and slightly wide eyes, also with naturally curvy lashes, plus thin lips that make anyone who sees him tempted.

“If you are princess of Frindom, what are you doing in Goodhorn?” “I don’t owe you any answers, sir,” she said, being overly polite, though she didn’t think she owed him that either. He had a strange accent, something that reminded her of the lands far to the southwest of her own kingdom. South of Beelzanborg, the evil empire to the west. She could understand him easily enough, but he pronounced words so differently than her, it took a bit of her concentration, and since she was already having trouble concentrating on anything other than his physique, if he had produced a weapon and came at her, she would likely fold like a bad hand of cards. “Fair enough,” he said. “Perhaps you don’t owe me

Helena sighed. The male contestant waved one last time to the excited fans and stepped onto the train. A flash of orange crossed my vision and my eyes darted over to meet Apollo's. He stood behind the velvet ropes, his eyes bleeding into my own. A foxlike smile was on his face, his bronze hair expertly styled and neatly in place. He looked exactly the same as when I had first seen him, only minor differences in his suit. His outfit was still a brilliant shade of orange, fading into different hues of yellow and gold. His suit looked like a sunrise, only now there were thin splotches of white over the fabric. As I narrowed my eyes on those white splotches, I could have sworn they moved, like c

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

I didn’t want trouble over a simple errand. When I opened the front door of the modern mansion, the living room was completely quiet. No barking, no litter box, no food bowls, no leashes—nothing you’d expect for a pet. A neatly dressed woman stood near the sofa, looking tense, as if she’d been waiting for me. I paused politely. “Hi, I’m with the errand service here to feed Mimi. Where’s the pet?” The woman didn’t answer right away. She looked me up and down, as if sizing me up. She wore a Bluetooth earpiece, and someone was clearly talking to her on the other end.

Pushing aside my weariness of the set up, I slipped into the seat directly opposite him while skeptically surveying the hidden room. Surrounding the old wooden table we were currently seated at, which I realized after I'd say, lone fibres sticking out of the flat surface, only lightly. The room was lit, the light beginning to deeply irritate me. It was then I noticed the dark coloured furniture scattered around the edges, with a gigantic growling lion head plastered on the wall diagonal to the table, which was rather fitting for the archaic aura it gave off, especially with him seated opposite me like the king of the jungle himself. He looked at me like he knew something I didn't and I hated