Ouran Host Club Mori Novels & Stories

"It's more like a masquerade ball!" Amanda announced to Araoluwa at the long table while reading an email she received from a certain business organization that will host an event at the nightclub that would be similar to a masquerade ball. "Really? We're invited to that?" Goro blinked. "Seems a little extra bro." "Nothing is extra, Goro," Hasen laughed. "My acquaintance owns that luxurious club in Tokyo. They're also hosting a little masquerade ball for their business event, and he decided to invite us, bringing us a special invitation letter."

The people sitting across from them smiled widely, feeling lucky to have the trio nearby. "Let's raise a toast to our amazing Oliver, Owen, and Orion for always organizing the best party in town!" Baka announced, and everyone in the club lifted their glasses. Miranda, Sophia, and Roland joined in, raising their glasses high. Miranda rolled her eyes and downed her drink. She took a deep breath, hoping they wouldn't see or smell her until the end of the night. "Yeah!!!" the crowd echoed, and only Orion smiled as the music in the club intensified.

Rowan positioned himself behind me, body rigid. Elle didn’t flinch at their protectiveness. She expected it. She feared it. “What is it?” Rowan asked. Elle took a long breath. A shaky breath. “The thing Morana is waking,” she began, choosing her words with painful care, “is older than history itself. Older than the Moon Goddess.” A chill rippled down my spine. “What is it called?” I whispered. Elle looked at me with a mixture of fear and sadness. “The Umbrathal.”

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

if I can recall his name is Seisaju he's one of the forth Strongest Kiyosaku. Seisaju : Well Shinjuku we're here. Shinjuku : Yessss Now let the games begin. S1 E10 "Life or Death"

Just why host? {Oho? Bound by a red string of fate...? This is the first time I heard such a ridiculous statement from you, Mochi. Seiran is my soulmate?} Jae Woon ought to affirm Mochi's declaration for the second time. {Me, and not Danial?} [Warning! Artificial Intelligent #1234789, Code 175 is receiving a deduction point! Minus 100 points because this system is revealing God's secret to its host.] An uncompromising warning is being issued by the higher up as Mochi's loose tongue is activated again.

This is perhaps, a prologue about the secret of my partner who hasn’t acknowledged me yet— Kuroyuki Shiroha. Also a very slight reveal of my mysterious background. ’Once registered, your ID will be set as ‘Anonymous #2207’. Is that okay?′ Yes. WELCOME TO KUROYUKI SHIROHA`S FANCLUB~!!! Kuroyuki Shiroha (黒雪 白羽) Race: Human

"Hungry?" I shook my head. "No, I'm fine." He nodded. "Well, we'll eat at Club Moroii." A crease formed between my eyes, tilting my head to the side. "Club Moroii?" He smirked. "It's the most prestigious club for the supernatural in Las Vegas. It's above Lance's casino." I raised an eyebrow. "And the humans don't know?" He shook his head. "No. No humans are allowed entrance. Lance has bodyguards at the top of the stairs and when people get off the elevator. Admittance is by invitation only."

“Wizards might be great, but they lack quick healing powers, like werewolves and lycans. So you better choose your words wisely.” I nodded, glancing at Kian, and Nox shuddered, nodding wildly. Morana’s eyes met mine for a second before she averted her gaze. Even since her breakdown on the logo, she had avoided my eyes. “How old are you, Morana?” I asked. “She’ll turn thirty this year,” Nox said, and Morana frowned, wearing a hostile expression. “She told ye to shut up. What part of it did ye not get into yer tiny head, simpleton?” Morana hit Nox’s head again.

**** At the famous club of Veil pack, the majority of the werewolves from the lower-ranked clans danced away the night while their clothes were soaked in spills of alcohol and sweat, filling the air with the stench of sweat and alcohol while the loud music threatened to burst their ear drums. Moraine squeezed herself past the rowdy dancers, heaving a breath of relief as soon as she got to the other side and proceeded towards the bar. " Tequila please," she placed her order while taking her seat, " Is the night for re-union?." She heard a familiar voice beside her and exclaimed to see who it was. " Hey!," she grinned as she hied him, " wasn't expecting to see you here?" " Why? Was I meant to