Sakura Neko Novels & Stories

He thought for a second, smiled at his hunch and renamed her contact. Kitsune is who she is! A dodgy red demon with a fan of tails. A werewolf who creates illusions indistinguishable from reality. From that moment on, he called it that only - Kitsune, Kit. Both the kitten and the Japanese fox shifter were all about that name.

The butterflies in my belly flapped happily. “Thanks for saying yes.” He whispered against my lips. I kissed him, “you know there was no way I would have said no.” “It's still expected of me to ask.” He grinned. Sighing, I placed my head on his chest, letting him rock me slowly. My life didn't have to end awfully in the end. I have been reborn to take the place of my father, and fight for the eternal freedom of my people. I am the reborn Luna Kira and I have come to live.

Casey said and Annabella chuckled "You need to hear mommy's voice,she's so amazing. She's like a superwoman" Alex aaudv "I know she is" Gregor chuckled "No she's an angel" Casey said "When it's about you kids,I can become anything. Is it a soldier? Don't worry,I gat you covered" Annabella said and they laughed "What of Lady Kim comes back?" Caswt suddenly asked "That's going to be great,she will continue her work as your nanny so mommy can have enough time for herself" Gregor saud amd Annabella smjked

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

NICHOLAS’s POV. My eyes slightly open as a groan escapes my mouth but the scene in front of me is different from the torture jail Enzo has put me in. This time around, I am in the middle of a big forest and the lady in front of me is one that I have never seen before. She probably is the most beautiful woman I have ever set my eyes on. Her white hair is cascading down her back like a long cloak and the orange-yellow robe on her body gives me the irk of something dangerous yet attractive.

Curious about Sаrіа, Meg asked, "Sаrіа, whеn you wеrе a mаіdеn, hоw оftеn did уоu аnd уоur bоуfrіеnd, уоu knоw, hаvе s*x?" Sаrіа fіdgеtеd wіth the fооd. "I wаѕ vеrу young at thе tіmе. My boyfriend аnd I would cuddle a lot, but wе nеvеr hаd s*x. Elves аrе vеrу ѕеxuаl ѕо I wаѕ gоіng tо еngаgе іn ѕ*x, but bеfоrе I соuld dо іt, I wаѕ сhаngеd tо a bоу. Aѕ a bоу, I hаvе hаd no fеmаlе раrtnеr and I don't want ѕ*x wі th a boy," Sаrіа ѕаіd wrіnklіng hіѕ nоѕе.

“Just us.” Breakfast waited in the same serene dining room as before. Low table, floor cushions, the gentle clink of porcelain against lacquer. Sakura wore pale lavender today, her hair pinned with a single jade comb shaped like a crane. Haruto sat at the head in quiet charcoal, already reviewing something on a slim tablet while sipping matcha. Dante,black cashmere sweater, dark jeans, sleeves pushed to his elbows, settled beside me, one hand resting casually on my thigh beneath the table the moment we knelt.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

Keren said. “Where?” Scar “Four steps away from that tree on your left” Scar went to the tree which is the nearest tree or should I say one of the trees that set as a border. “Akira?” out of curiosity I walk forward to where Scar is standing. Akira loss her balance as she saw the blood. “No--- Sachiko” she started crying again sitting on the ground. What is it? Just blood but they act like it is a person's body and Sachiko's.

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.