Saeko Novels & Stories

she annouced refereing yo me. My cheeks heat up in embarssmemt as I struggle to . Sage’s Mum send a knowing look. Oh crap! ••• I stood before the floor-length mirror in my room, mesmerized by the stunning dress draped across my body. Sage had sent it to me earlier that morning, with a note. The gown was a masterpiece. Silk or satin, I couldn't tell, but it shimmered in the light, accentuating every curve I possessed. The fitted bodice highlighted my waist, cinching in just the right places. The skirt fell in soft folds around my legs, the hem grazing my ankles.

Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

She said, trying to create a conversation. “ Okay. Like I said earlier, my name is Nomed Sacrod and I work as a manager to Nimkin Motor Warehouse. We are responsible for the importation of new motors vehicles and… the rest of them, you know.” “ Sounds like a very big company.” “ Yeah, it is.”

Karina glared at Kenzo. Kenzo laughed louder. “Karina, you haven’t changed at all. Still chasing after rich men. Aren’t you ashamed of going after someone you once bullied?” Karina turned to the side. “Let’s go.” What Saka did next was grab Kenzo by the collar. “Shut your mouth and leave.” “Calm down, bro.” Kenzo looked scared. He glanced at Saka’s expensive-looking outfit. “I’ll go.” Saka let him go. Kenzo adjusted his clothes angrily. He looked at Karina one last time—but backed off quickly when Saka gave him a sharp look. Kenzo finally left.

she paused, her tongue flicking briefly across her lower lip, "...more aware." I stiffened, my fingers curling tightly around my coffee mug. "I'm sorry to disappoint," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. Lena chuckled, the sound like velvet but somehow cold. "Oh, I wouldn't say I'm disappointed. Just... intrigued." She leaned closer, her scent washing over me—something expensive and floral, but with an underlying sharpness that made my nose wrinkle. "An omega who doesn't know she's an omega. It's fascinating, really."

] My AI greeted me. "Good evening, Cho," I responded. [Please take your shoes off and come in.] "Thank you." As expected, Minseok followed my lead, leaving his shoes in the shoe cubbies. My AI, named C.H.O. - Cognitive Household Organizer, was a holographic lady. She bore a striking resemblance to a young Korean woman, her long black hair neatly tied in a ponytail and adorned with bangs. Her name came from her ability to mimic human speech, which she did flawlessly. The majority of people found it creepy, but Minseok didn't seem bothered at all. In fact, he seemed fascinated by her.

Xenia questioned. “True, but the girls decided their colors. Saki loves pink. It’s her signature color. So it’s most of her wardrobe at this point. And Aiko’s color of choice is purple.” I explained, “So you see? They weren’t assigned colors. It's based on what the girls gravitated to.” “Okay. I can remember that. Saki pink and Aiko purple. And their boys are Hikari and Ryū.” Xenia nodded. “Your cousins are Darius, Elijah, and Forrest, and their wife is Riko.” She continued to test her memory.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

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Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.