Slam Dunk Ayako Novels & Stories

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

The credits of the series we were watching rolled in and I finally stood up to turn off the TV. It was Game of thrones. Now, that was my kind of show, unlike romance. In my opinion, Romance movies were way too cheesy although I watched a good one once in a while. "You hungry?" Lucian asked. I nodded and he smiled. "Get dressed, let's grab food outside." I hightailed for my bedroom. Duh, it's food we're talking about here. I changed into black skinny jeans and a red halter top that stopped just above my navel. Thereafter, I slipped on my black flip-flops. My hair was tied up in a high ponytail and I didn't bother putting on any makeup.

Aya poked her head between Pamela and Miyako. "That sounds like fun," she met Saku's glacial chill with a warm spring breeze. "I don't want their help," she grumbled. "It sounds like free labor," Pamela smirked. "I said I don't want their help," Saku snarled. "Okay," I rolled my eyes. "Aya – Fatal Squirts – attention!" They all looked at me. "I command you, as your Celestial Potentate Poobah, to stare at Sakuniyas until she gives you a task of a personal – to her – nature to do. Get at it."

The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon. Alpha Isaac. “Did you really think I was going to just let you leave like that? All these years I’ve kept you safe and well looked after. This is how you think it’s ok to repay me?” He was furious to say the least. I tried my best to hold back the tears but I was afraid, my body trembled as he stepped towards me. Standing only a few metres from my side. “You disgust me.” He spat in my face and forced me to my knees. The pain making me cry out loudly, causing him to then slap me around the face.

“Why did you do that?” She stepped forward, pushing me behind her. Daisy ducked her head in front of the annoying lady. “I apologize on behalf of my friend.” “Why are you apol….” I tried to speak. “Forgive us. She has no idea you are the Future Luna,” Daisy said to the annoying lady, and my jaw dropped. “It’s good you are polite. You just saved the ass of this thing from being whoop. Stinking,” the annoying lady’s nose scrunched up in disgust before she walked away.

"Oh, right! With my dagger! Phew! I thought about taking her out on a date." "Oh my God, Jiroo!" Ayu laughed loudly after successfully slitting one of the demon's air pipe and she ran to another one, she spin her body and did the crane kick that Hera did earlier to the guy who tried to kidnapped her and that was so fucking hot, I wonder where she learned those moves?

Drool is leaking from the corners of his mouth and his eyes are glassy and wild. “Messy little fuckin’ slut for me, aren’t you?” I groan, hips jerking as he sucks harder. His nails dig into my thighs, like he’s trying to anchor himself, and I snap. “Open wider. Let me fuck that throat properly.” He does. Eyes locked on mine like he’s daring me. I shove deeper, just enough to make him gag, just enough to feel his throat flex around me, and he moans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

Apparently, she had launched a projectile that broke Aki’s foothold. “Fancy a prince tah rescue ye, princess?” “I’m not a princess,” Aki replied through gritted teeth. “I’m a SLAYER princess!” With a back flip, Aki brought herself upside-down with her legs spinning in a wheel kick. Yuriko held her forearms up in an X shape and the casings of her katars blocked the kicks. Aki landed right in front of her.

Nagsipang-ayunan naman sila. “Paano kung ayaw sabihin 'yong truth tas ayaw din gawin ang dare?” Tanong ni Hanako, halatang gusto na agad umatras. Napangisi ako. ‘Ayan, ginusto mo 'to eh, panindigan mo.’ “Oo nga ano?” “Psh, edi body shot!” Azrael suggested and they all shouted in agreement. “This is exciting!” “Game na HAHAHAHAHA”

Ryu turned to me, blood streaking his cheek, and his eyes—those deep, wild eyes—met mine. “We end this here, or we’ll be running forever,” he said. I nodded once. We wouldn’t run. We would rise. From above, the thunderclouds broke open, and a sudden downpour began. Rain fell in heavy sheets, soaking the sands of the arena, washing away blood but not the tension. The storm felt almost symbolic—cleansing and chaotic. Ryu’s wolf eyes glinted under the lightning as he stalked forward, every muscle tense. I followed at his side, no longer a victim, no longer a prisoner. I was Samantha Blackthorn, daughter of fire, and the storm wasn’t just around me—it was inside me.