Osamake Light Novels & Stories

Oshey walked to the window and glanced at the tree. She had the impression the tree was looking back. "I can see why you and I share this insane attraction." Oshey peeked over her shoulder at him. After a heavy such she continued to explain what she had been seeing. "In my visions, I see you and me fighting about the death of our son. Then I see you and me fighting in a different place. Then, again it shifts, I'm in a dark room, and there is a faint green light, like the lumination from a neon sign. Cammie is with me, and she is scared of the darkness. I can barely see through the light, but I know there is someone else with us."

The memory of the battlefield flashes in my mind as I quickly clutch my chest, glancing down only to see my chest has completely healed. “You can thank Oshmin for that,” Zarseti says, gesturing to Oshmin. I look over at Oshmin to see he is also bathed in radiant light…but it’s deformed. This gorgeous blue is wrapped up in tendrils of black and somehow, I know I’m looking at his curse. “Guess we won’t be needing the Orraikam anymore,” Oshmin says, looking off where a large pile of glittering dust lays in a pile on the ground.

Friday Morning, March 26, 2027 6:47 a.m. Seras’s house smells like miso, grilled salmon, and the specific brand of green tea her mom has shipped from Iwate every month. I wake up on the floor with the blanket half over my head and Seras already kicking me gently in the ribs. Seras (whisper-yelling): “Up, storm queen. Mom made tamagoyaki and she’ll cry if it gets cold.” I groan, but the smell drags me upright.

Monica looked at Misaki, and his gaze was different from Mitaka, who was full of love, in his eyes, Misaki was money, it might sound vulgar, but since this girl was so talented, it might be good to get this girl while she was still young since he was sure that he would also enter an anime industry in the future, especially when he owned a publishing house. "I see, that's how it is." Misaki nodded and understood that her anime could become better. "By the way, would it be better to add a little light effect to this place?" Misaki asked and also looked at Mitaka. "That's okay, what do you think Oga-kun?" Mitaka asked Monica. "Yes, but you need to lighten the color of the light effect and then

When I was sure Bri was satisfied, we headed back to the tree for our clothes and shifted back to our human form As we headed back to the pack, a little girl ran to us crying. "What is it dear?" Emma asked, confused. "Please Luna come and heal my mother, she has been down with the illness for some time now but today she got worse and can't even speak". She said amidst tears. "Let's go," I said. We both follow the girl as she leads us to her house. We get to the house to find the girl's mother on the bed while her father wipes her body. He steps away as he sees us and I walk up to the woman. "I don't know what to do". I say to Bri confused. Place your hand on her chest Bri replies. I place my

The large branches of an old oak tree brushed against the brickwork just five feet away from the ledge. Far below, in the deep shadows of the service gates, a small, rhythmic flash of blue light blinked three times. It was a tactical military flashlight. Amora’s heart gave a massive, hopeful leap against her ribs. He was already there. ‘I see you,’ she whispered through the link. ‘Good,’ Oscar’s voice echoed back, smooth, calm, and completely steady. ‘The security cameras on the rear wall have just been looped by my tech specialist. You have exactly two minutes before the guard rotation notices the glitch.’

Zen’s indications were leaning left for purple, right for blue and remaining upright with the circle above his head for white. Seeing the cue, Akiko jumped to the purple mushroom under one of the three coloured spotlights. Oritha smashed the vampire mushroom monster so hard that it exploded into gory bits. Zen flinched but noticed a change in the eight stationary red stage lights. The stage light on the left turned green, and Zen grinned. It was good progress.

It was dark in the room so Dara turned the lamp on. “I’m glad you’re here.” Dara hugged William. William passionately kissed Dara on her neck and complimented, “You look amazing Dara. I mean you always do but this is incredible.” “This is only for you love.” Dara kissed him. They both kissed passionately. Dara couldn’t resist him. William stopped kissing and asked, “Do you have candles in your room?” “I do but what do you going to do with the candles?” “Just give them to me and you’ll soon know gorgeous.” he kissed her on the cheek.

Lunch was being served outdoors beneath the leafy splendor of a ring of flame trees. Beyond them, flight after flight of shallow steps adorned with classical statues descended to the white beach below. Demis Agelastos gave Lara a good look. He had a fiercely amused scrutinizing gaze. Flustered, Lara dropped down into her seat. One of the maids had awakened her and she hadn’t had much time to get ready. When she glanced up again, Christophe’s brilliant golden eyes were wandering with indolent satisfaction over her in a look as unashamedly physical as a caress. A deep flush of awareness colored her skin, making her desperately conscious of the unfamiliar ache between her thighs.

Not until his pamphlet lightened up again and he saw some words written on it. "Freshwater is a good thing to get out," it says. Osamu looked confused as he read it again and again while looking back and forth at the bottled water in his hands. He looked at Raia from the other side of the glass door. He was just looking at him until he realized that Raia was pointing something toward the door. Osamu’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked in that direction. He saw nothing but a large glass like-aquarium but with no fish. It was divided into two with a membrane-like thing in between.