Sayori Novels & Stories

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

“Your cholesterol isn’t too good at the moment.” Toby ignored her, and just when she thought she couldn’t handle the brothers staring at her in silence any longer and was ready to leave this weird situation in the past, Sebastian said, “So you’re Sally?” Sakura felt her cheeks turn hot. “My name is Sakura. Pronounced Sa-ku-ra. It’s a Japanese name meaning cherry blossom.” She thought she really needed to get that important information out for them to understand. She really did hate the name Sally. It rhymed with silly, after all.

“I won’t be able to heal myself with that weapon.” “Let me help you, Mr. Lykaios.” Soraya offered and I was just shocked to hear her offer some help. “Runes? You’re a witch?” Idris muttered looking at Soraya. “Are you sure that’s going to work?” Idris followed up as he watched Soraya finish drawing the letterings around his large frame. “I think so.” Soraya replied calmly. In this situation, I was engulfed in distress while Soraya was calm and collected. “Now, I need you Roger to step outside the circle.”

If the master didn't select her, how could she find a good way out as a maid? Ori sighed, her words trailing off. Suddenly, she heard a light cough, and her expression turned alarmed in an instant. She looked up to see a young nobleman dressed in delicate garments and adorned with jade standing before her. She blushed and stepped forward to greet, "Young Master." "Mm, your name is Ori?" Jadeite's expression was gentle as he assessed her. Somehow, Ori's face grew even redder, and she replied in a small voice, "Yes, this servant is Ori, serving by Second Miss Tam's side. Does Young Master have a reason to see her?"

The kind, gentle ninety-year-old woman had passed on only three months prior from old age. There were only the three of them now: Chan and her two younger sisters, Dara and Soriya, who happened to be named according to the time of their births as well. The second sister Dara’s name meant the star, because she’d been born in the early dawn when the star of Venus was shining bright amongst the dark sky. The youngest sister Soriya’s meant the sun, because she’d been born during midafternoon when the sun had been at its warmest and most brilliant.

For someone like Amaria -who isn't a mage like Teresa and Dove nor a mana using swordsman like Elex - she wouldn't stand a chance with a Horc, boost or no boost. The Horc opened its bloodshot eyes and gazed directly at Amaria making eye contact with her. Amaria gulped as she felt the intense bloodlust aura coming from the Horc. It roared hysterically and charged toward her. The mysterious figure snapped his fingers and Amaria fell to the ground.

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"

she whispered, her voice trembling—not from weakness, but from everything she’d held in too long. "You're ok," she murmured, trying to hold back a sob. Orion let out a low, rumbling purr, nudging his snout into the crook of her neck and shoulder in an effort to soothe her. She buried her face against him for a single heartbeat, letting herself breathe him in. But the moment was caught short when a shadow leapt at them. Rey rolled away instantly, dodging his attack by mere centimetres before pulling out a dagger from the holster strapped to her thigh. She swung it with ruthless precision.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

“Do what?” “Don’t bow to me like I’m royalty. I’m just a guest here.” “But you’re our Luna,” she said, looking puzzled. “Don’t call me that!” I snapped. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you, ma’am.” She bowed again instinctively. I rolled my eyes. “What do you want? I didn’t ask for help.” “My name is Soraya, ma’am. I’ve been assigned as your personal maid,” she explained, her face brightening with excitement. “I’m new, but I’m hardworking and good at following instructions. I’m really honored to serve the Lycan Kings’ Luna.”