Suki Suki No Mi Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 3: SUYI WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDE, DANGER, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Baffled by the sudden sound of a powerful voice, her body flinched a little and only managed to calm down when she counted one to five. Every time that she feels scared or anxious, counting down always eases her heart.

One girl with short brown hair who's name is Suki looked at me with annoyance before rolling her eyes, I then hear her whisper under her breath. "What a whiny bitch." I couldnt help but feel a bit taken back before sighing silently and looking at Kadachi who hands me another shot. "Want another one?" I take a peek at Suki who is eyeing at us with a jelous expression. I smirk and instantly respond. "Of course! Let's have a good night tonight babe." Kadachi smirks at my comment before realizing what he was doing I see him take my shot for himself. "H-Hey!"

Will Mizu be with him, or will she leave him alone. See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

“I’ll explain everything, but you have to promise me...don’t tell them. Not a word. Please, Suki.” She tilted her head, studying him. She had always been sharp, more perceptive than her parents gave her credit for. Where Elias was secretive and brooding, Suki was blunt, always asking questions, always noticing cracks. “Why should I keep your secret?” she asked slowly. “She could be anyone, Oppa. A thief. A runaway. A girlfriend you’re sneaking in behind Mom and Dad’s back.” Her lips curved into a sly smile. “Wait...is she your girlfriend?”

If she could, she just might. “I will, thank you Miss”. Her thoughts and words do not match. She obediently chews on a piece of pork. Misa nods in satisfaction. “You’re the opposite of your nestmate”. Her words startle Sakura. She looks up at the alpha in surprise. “According to Miyamura, he’s obsessed with meat”. Miyamura is aware of Sorahiko’s likes? And he discusses Sorahiko’s habits with…Misa?. Suddenly, the piece of pork she’s chewing on tastes stale. She swallows it and puts down her chopsticks. She’s already eaten a reasonable amount.

✧ ✧ ✧ Suki, back in her human form, exhaled as she gripped her chamomile tea. The two were sitting in the living room, in silence, beside the fireplace, watching the embers of the flame dance as they enjoyed their beverages and tried to piece together everything. Running her fingers through her hair and tugging at her thick strands, Suki finally broke the silence, “There is only one thing I can do.” Erin hummed, fiddling with her mug. “You have to pick one.” Suki nodded slowly. Shaking her head, “How is this not an easy choice for you? Surely you’d pick–”

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.

CHAPTER 1 Lily's POV PIZA to eiga wo ogoriatta Mukashi wo barashiatta Himitsu wa mou naitte KURABU de battariattara Naiteta yo kimi ga otoko no yoko de ...I'm a dummy >Lily's Alarm (Limit Control - Dummy)

Her voice reached for something beyond the song—beyond him. Their eyes met. For a second, everything else disappeared. The crowd, the music, the lights—all blurred into nothing. Lx-A: Omouga omoidasu ni natte. Suki ga sukidatta ni kawaru… (Thoughts turns into Reminisence. Like turns into I used to like... )

I tasted one and had a mouthful of the other. I didn’t even care about the sound the wolf made. It was ridiculous to think that it did scoff. The wolf could do whatever pleased him, but what pleased me more at this moment mattered. There were at least six different dishes: from beef stew to chicken dishes, vegetables, and good servings of seafood! Who said I hated this island? I’m fúcking loving it. . .