Sukuna Know Your Place Novels & Stories

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Someone laughed. Someone said goodbye. Eventually, the house fell silent. Nate remained awake. He hadn't moved much. He sat on the edge of the bed staring at his phone. A message from Micah appeared. Micah: You okay? Nate typed: Nate: Yeah. He wasn't. But he didn't know how to explain that. Another hour passed. Then came a knock. Three quiet taps. Nate froze. He knew who it was. He stood slowly. Another knock.

The pack continues their conversations, and Alpha signals for everyone to start enjoying the breakfast spread laid out before us. However, just as I'm about to dig into my meal, a flicker in the corner of my eye catches my attention. A silent exchange took place between Oneka and Luna – a conversation without words. Their eyes convey a shared understanding that sets off a subtle alarm within me. Concerned, I turn to Oneka, breaking the unspoken communication. "Are you alright?" I ask, my voice low and filled with genuine worry. Her response comes swiftly, a nonchalant "Peachy." Yet, the tension in her shoulders betrays a different story.

What are the odds the person doesn’t know anything and was simply following orders? Almost another hour passed, and the others have been chasing the few remaining bastards, within the territory and near the surrounding area. Sab sat while panting hard, trying to normalize her breathing. Damn, she’s thirsty. She looked for a place to shift into, grabbing random shirts scattered on the grounds. They would do. They’re not picky after such an incident. “Are you done?” She asked her mate through the link, surveying the mess on the grounds. “Yeah. I’ll be there in a second.” He grunted that last bit, making her frown.

17th July --- “Ding dong I know you can hear me Open up the door I only want to play a little” A young girl was busy crouching on the ground as she taps the soil with a shovel three times in those three mounds of dirt that appears like Mountains of dirt and sands. She made sure it was the exact same size because, for her, everything should be organized and perfect.

The guy hum thoughtfully, "Do you want to go somewhere else?" She tilted her head, "Where?" They end up in a nearby convenience store, sitting at the sparse metal chair, nursing the cheap can coffee they just bought. It should be weird, being with this guy that she just met, but it's not-seminyak street that seem to bustling with life is now quiet, apart from some nearby club that still open. "How long have you've been here?" The guy ask, curious. His fingers tapping lightly on the table top, seeming to follow a tune that he can only understand. It's endearing, actually.

Dim lighting, sleek furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline. Mona stepped inside and let out a small gasp. "Oh my God." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "You live here?" Kane watched as she walked toward the window, her fingers pressing against the cool glass. The city sprawled beneath them, glittering like broken glass against the darkness. She turned to him, her expression mischievous. "Can anyone see you from across?" "No." He shrugged, dropping his bag onto the counter. "Just us." She hummed, seemingly pleased, before turning back to the view.

James Katie is the mate of Alpha Troy, the leader of the North Moon pack. She doesn’t seem to know anything about our kind. She doesn’t know her mate; how can this be? If she were a werewolf, she would have shifted by now. Could it be? I take a deep breath, and my eyes light up at her scent. She is a human and a virgin. I walked towards her with a grin on my face. This is going to be fun.

Anya’s lower lip trembled. “Besides,” I said with a wry chuckle, “being a Luna isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Trust me, I know what it’s like. It’s lonely and exhausting and everyone watches your every move, waiting for you to mess up. Half the pack gossips behind your back, and the other half thinks you’re not good enough for the position.” Anya’s brow furrowed. “How do you know what it’s like to be a Luna?”

“‘Really? I don’t know bout that. Sveta from 307 said she could hear Lorelei crying hysterically last night, probably after she and her gang realized what they had done. They’re probably more scared than they’re letting on.’ “‘As they should be. I think I remember that kid now. The quiet type. Like he just wanted to be left alone and not call any attention to himself. Too bad. His only mistake was getting played by a player.’ “‘Is tonight’s Undersea Dance gonna rock or what?’ the second kunoichi asked out of the blue, instantly changing the subject. “At this question, a beaming smile spread on the first kunoichi’s face, from her eyes down to her made-up lips. “Unable to bear the happy sight,