Senpai Is Mine Novels & Stories

in progressively tenser tones, he hung up the phone. “Well . . .” He paused and smiled at her. “Wait, I don’t even know your name, my new elevator friend.” “Lucia, and you, Genie?” “Avon. Nice to meet you, Lucia .” “Avon, it’s a pleasure, but . . .” “Right, these circumstances are not ideal. So, the bad news is that there’s a power outage in the whole hotel.” Her phone lit up just then with a text from Susan.

"Uncle Arjun, Mommy. Uncle Arjun will be my teacher, right? That's why I just called Sensei. it's okay, right? Japanese people call their teacher sensei, Mommy." Arjun smiles hearing Anna's words. He had heard about Nana's strengths and intelligence when compared to other children her age. "Yes, dear. But we are Indonesians, honey." "Oh, it's okay, Mommy. I like to call Sensei." “Ok, call me Sensei. I like Anna. Let Nana Call me Sensei. Beautiful call. How is Nana's condition now? Are you ready to learn?”

“What are your names?” They looked at each other then at their mommy before looking back at him. One girl spoke up shyly, “I’m Sarina. That’s Selena. Who are you?” “It is nice to meet you Sarina and Selena. I am your uncle Kenji.” Kemari decided to butt in at that point. “Yeah, he’s the old man of the family.” The girls tilted her head not understanding what he meant. Kenji narrowed his eyes at Kemari. “Pay him no mind your brains are more developed than his.”

"But...but...you can still save your people. A little token in return is all I ask to seal my lips." "I will send your head back to your Igwe." Ikemefuna beat his chest and groaned like a wounded dog, "We are one. We are fearless. We are, Umu Ejima (children of Ejima), we cried, we shrieked, we screamed and the God of gods answered. Nothing can overcome us, not even the king of Ame." "Umu Ejima you say?" Ume asked. "Haha, you sound surprised." "Because I am" Ume whispered as he tried to place two and two together. "How can that be? I know a woman called Ejima. She never had a child of her own."

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

She said once Sayya reached the bottom of the stairs. "As always". Sayya smiled warmly before she said "I'll be out for about two hours, if I get late just go to bed and don't worry about me". Ima was a house help but was considered as more than just that, she was considered family, at times though, for Sayya, it was hard to express how much she cared about people, that soft emotional part of her had died along with Aunt Zarah. Her tough exterior was all that was known to most of the people she met, Ima and the other house helps however, knew what she really was like, or what she used to be.

Jane was not yet home when I got to the house. And Isaiah? He had gone for his job at the hospital as a janitor. So the house was all mine. I took out my phone again and checked the messages he sent me in the morning that I hadn’t replied to. I was reading them again when another message popped in: “I guess you’re home now.” I texted him back: “Yes, thank you.” “The scar on your shoulder; that looks like abuse. What happened to you?” “It’s nothing.” Actually, it was something.

“what are you gonna do? Mom? What exactly? Freeze my account? Kidnap me? Ground me? I'm grown now. I'm no longer that puppet you used to have. You should know that” He said as he turned and headed for the door walking past his mother as tears were building up in his eyes. “Come back here! , you won't walk out on me!” She said this time, even louder as she turned to Mark, still having his back turned at his mother. Mark paused and faced his mother this time. “Enough mom, enough! I believe we were given one life by God so we could be the author of it and responsible for whatever outcome your decision gives. I'm done living as a pet, like a puppet you can manipulate to whatever acts it is that

My wolf snarls furiously beneath my skin, hackles raised, warning flashing dangerously in my midnight eyes. “Who are you?” I demand roughly, authority ringing sharply in my voice despite the shock gripping my chest. “And what exactly do you think you're owed?” The stranger smiles coldly, casually stepping closer, posture relaxed yet subtly threatening. “My name is Kaien ,” he replies smoothly, eyes glittering dangerously beneath the pale moonlight. “You wouldn't know me—but our father certainly did.”

I paste on a neutral face for no one. Back at my desk, the chat bubble appears. CB_OFFICE: Thanks for moving fast on the boutique order. Add one more set—the red slip in smaller size. Returning client prefers adaptability. ME: Done. CB_OFFICE: Good work, A. A again. Not Alie. Not Ms. Lynds. A, like a secret nickname in a mouth I can't see.