Pearl Houzuki Novels & Stories

I’ll deal with it. Beatrice looks around the stone doorway, studying the symbols. “Just as I suspected.” She turns her blue eyes to me. “We should have you out of here in a few minutes, my King. Luckily for you, there are only about three types of barriers that are strong enough to hold you...and we had the components handy to break them all.” She sets a black satchel on the ground and begins pulling things out of it. “My King,” Zelda says as she comes to stand before me. “Did you happen to notice an Orb of Telsa anywhere during your stay?”

“I came through you. I don’t belong to you. I belong to nobody.” I surged the mist, tried to pull her deeper, to remind her of what it felt like to be mine. The clearing pulsed with shadows, with the force of memory, of fear, of everything I could make her relive. I was so close. But she moved. Her hand found the glass vase on the altar table, one I hadn’t placed. Not today. PetSmart holding in place the mist that I was controlling. It was the method that I was using to keep it at bay. To keep it controlled under my control.

“Hasn’t anyone taught you to watch where you’re going?” Lying on the floor, dazed and trying to blink the stars from her eyes— Sakura Hoshino is pulled up by the front of her cleaning uniform. As her legs dangle above the ground, she comes face-to-face with a pair of heterochromic eyes— one black, and one a deep shade of purple. “Or were you just trying to get my attention, darling?”. It can’t be— Aronohai Misa?. Fuck. This day has to be fucking cursed!.

Hazel answered while staring at the bed sheet blankly. "Not in your league? Hazel, do you realize that you held the Andrei name behind the name of 'Hazel'? You are the 'Lady Hazel'. Which part of you is not in the same league as him? Is he a beggar? Homeless? A drug addict?" Loula pinches the space between her eyebrows, not understand her logic at all. "He..is someone who's very loyal to his master. I couldn't even compare to her." "Her? Who is she, Hazel?" Akiko holds Hazel's hand and pats it softly.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

"Well I'll be going now, I'll text you." Aaron looks like he wants to say something, but his sister cuts him off. "That would be better Yas, I'll see you-" "Honey, there you are." I turn to look upstairs where the voice is coming from, and no way! The model that's in Auroras house is freaking Pearl Anderson. The Pearl Anderson, one of the most famous super models in the world! I almost have a heart attack, she's even more beautiful in person I conclude as she walks up to Aaron and takes his hand, wearing nothing more than a black camisole and athletic shorts, her tits are literally spilling out of the garment.

Pearl was enjoying herself, much to her surprise. "Hello Rhys" everyone looked over at a woman standing in the circle now. "So, this must be Pearl. I'm Carys Mack." She extended her hand for Pearl to shake and Pearl looked down at her hand and didn't shake it. 12 people standing in their circle now were all dead silent. Carys made a disgusted sound and pulled her hand back.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Smooth. Quiet. Precise. Within weeks, a new jewelry company quietly appeared in Lunada City. Its name spread quickly among industry circles. Hoshika Jewelry. The name itself sounded foreign—an unusual blend of Sakura phonetics and modern branding. Insiders quickly noticed the subtle meaning behind it. Hoshi — star. Ka — a subtle nod to Cassy. A fusion of Kazuki and Cassy. The company launched with surprising efficiency. A modern glass building in Lunada's financial district was purchased and renovated into their headquarters. Two floors were converted into design studios and gemstone inspection rooms, while the lower level housed a newly built workshop with imported cutting machines from Sak

Sharon walked in with some people behind her; there was an elderly lady who was dressed in a long blue gown, and she had a bright smile. “Oh my, I knew Curly’s wife would be so cute.” The lady hurried to Hazel and hugged her tightly. Hazel was confused. Who was Curly, and who was this woman? "Hello, my dear, I am Pearl. You must have heard of me,” she introduced, and Hazel shook her head in denial; she definitely has not heard of her. Pearl stared at Sharon, who hurried towards Hazel. “She is the top designer in the country and also Mr. Anderson’s godmother,” Sharon explained, and Hazel had an apologetic look.