Saeko Novels & Stories

This is test number one. “Hey everyone! This is Selene. Of the Merrick Ad Company. She is a dear friend of mine.” Sia smiles as the long rectangular table. There are about ten women in a lot of pastel tea dresses. The tables are decorated with gold trim China. Crystal glasses with gold trim and flowers all down the center of the table. The room is beautiful with its curved ceilings looking like we are in an old train station. The black trimmed windows show a beautiful day outside with tree lined streets of New York. “Oh, it’s nice to meet you.”

Soft lantern light flickered across the wooden deck as distant temple bells rang softly through the bamboo forest. Aiko Nakamura, a 26-year-old Japanese tech heiress with flawless porcelain skin, long straight black hair, and a delicate yet voluptuous figure, stepped into the steaming onsen pool. The scalding mineral water enveloped her body like liquid silk, making her skin flush deep pink as thick steam rose around her. The heat soaked into her muscles while the cool night breeze kissed her exposed shoulders and face, creating an intoxicating contrast. She had come seeking peace. Instead, the ache between her thighs demanded something far more primal.

If only her husband would give her this one chance, who knows what would happen? “You must have mud in your ears,” A voice said. Ejima turned her attention to the woman standing some paces away from her. She was dark-skinned and stood closer to the ground, using a dried cedar branch as a walking stick. Her name was Adaku, one of the village midwives. “Good afternoon…I mean…good evening, ma.” Ejima fumbled with words but hoped to keep her face stern. The crease on the older woman’s face deepened.

He was looking forward to meeting Janette and Jordan Findley. This morning, however, he was eager to share the information he and Vicky had pried from the Vampire in the alley with the rest of their teammates. Vicky was one of only two women on their team. The other, Berta, was a large German Guardian who was known for her ability to pick Vampires up and slam them into hard surfaces—such as buildings or streets—crushing their bone structure and leaving piles of ash in her wake. Spying her squeezed into a chair at the end of the table, Aaron was glad to be sitting far away from her, next to the dainty-in-comparison Vicky, who likely wouldn’t accidentally crush his hand should she get excited

"Are you okay?" asked Mrs. Marry. "Yeah, I'm okay." Shin tried to smile so that Mrs. Marry was not suspicious of her. "Okay. I will take the best clothes from the famous and number one boutique in Switzerland that yesterday was specially ordered for you. Uw, Big Boss seems really-really love you, Miss. I'm very happy to see him." Mrs. Marry smile and hurry away. Then Mrs. Marry left, leaving a lot of questions on Shin's mind. Best clothes? of this famous and number one boutique in Switzerland? It completely disbelieved Shin. She really is treated like a queen.

Harrison asked from the bed. Mikaela glanced at him “Everything is fine babe”, she assured him “I’ll be there is just a second”. She turned back to the phone, quickly deleting the texts before she turned it off. She put it down and then walked over to the bed. She got under the covers and climbed on top of Harrison. “Ready for round two?” she asked. “Oh, more than ready”, Harrison said with a grin, hands settling on her hips. ~0~ “I don’t know about this”, Lena said, looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair was striped with bubble gum pink and was loosely curled. Her outfit was something that her old friend Shawna would’ve worn: tight jeans and a slightly revealing red top.

Becky laughed, the laugh a little shrill, making me wince. “Sure, Becky. If he’s not the groom, he’s all yours.” the woman, Sarael, answered. “Ahem. Mister Christian?” that same voice called out to me. I turned and blinked as my eyes connected with hers. Sarael is gorgeous with bronze skin, with thick dark chocolate brown hair swept up into a low side ponytail with strands of the soft curls framing her heart-shaped face. Her mocha eyes blinked at me under thick lashes as her lips parted with a greeting that seemed to die at the tip of her tongue.

“I do, indeed. You see, we’re not so different.” I can’t help but chuckle at this and clap his shoulder. “Ah, I see. Well, let’s finish up the introductions and get the marriage underway.” I say, nodding at Andreas, who closes the door behind him and walks over to us again. Kaen puts a hand on an older woman’s shoulder. “This is my wife, Saeko,” he says, and I take the woman’s hand. Her scent is masked by her husband’s, which is entirely understandable. He’s an Eastern Alpha; I’m sure things worked differently over there.

Keyla took her Genzo by the hand and entered the shop. *hey* she spoke to the employee at the counter who had already served her a few weeks ago *I still know her, is there something wrong with the shoes* he asked *no don't panic, everything is fine with that. I only need some, but different color, different name* *ok, what color should it be* *eh red-blue and the name Taro Misaki should be sewn on, each on the outer instep. Font size same as last time* The seller made a note of this, Keyla had to write down the name for him so that no mistakes happened.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.