Sumire And Kawaki Novels & Stories

He was curious about what happened after that encounter. Even though Stavros and Sumire have been friends for several years, he has observed that Sumire is a deeply private person who rarely places her trust in others. To him, she remains an enigma, a captivating mystery that he is eagerly determined to unravel. Stavros is entranced by her fiercely independent nature, acknowledging that she has a remarkable ability to thrive without relying on anyone else. Sumire's charismatic personality, combined with her proclivity for secrecy, renders her an irresistibly compelling presence that draws Stavros towards her. He is astonished by the revelation that Sumire grew up in an orphanage, a fact that

Sumire was drowned in his intoxicating aroma. "Mort wha--" Just as the firework exploded in the sky, Mort sealed her lips with a kiss without a warning. Her open eyes widened in astonishment. She feels like the rest of the world is blurred around her. Sumire stands petrified on her feet. When Mort started to move his lips, Sumire closed her eyes. He cupped her face, hug her small waist, and gives her a hot passionate kiss. Knees jelled, she surrenders herself and kisses him back.

Sumire looked up at the sky and smiled. “They are something out of a fairytale.” She said. “How so?” I asked. “They’ve been through so much. I wasn’t around yet to see it but dad always told me stories about how mom was the strongest person he knew. Coming from the Emperor himself, that’s something I always looked up to. And I can see it too; how my mom always has my dad’s back and how they handle problems together.” Sumire was talking like she was describing someone from a movie but it’s real life. I was happy to hear it but deep down, I was kind of, envious.