Tall Woman Japanese Folklore

Beatrice Carbone always knew that life in a mafia family was full of secrets and dangers, but she never imagined she would be forced to pay the highest price: her own future. Upon returning home to Palermo, she discovers that her father, desperate to save his business, has promised her hand to Ryuu Morunaga, the enigmatic and feared heir of one of the cruelest Japanese mafia families. With a cold reputation and a ruthless track record, Ryuu is far from the typical "ideal husband." Beatrice refuses to see herself as the submissive woman destiny has planned for her. Determined to resist, she quickly realizes that in this game of power and betrayal, her only choice might be to become as dangerous as those around her. But amid forced alliances, dark secrets, and an undeniable attraction, Beatrice and Ryuu are swept into a whirlwind of tension and desire. Can she survive this marriage without losing herself? Or will the dangerous world of the Morunagas become both her home and her prison?

My African American Mom married a rich Japanese man. As I moved the skeleton of my new bed next to the window, I felt a gaze focused on me. Outside my window, was the house next door. The house shape was similar to ours, so it also had a window facing mine at the same level. Standing there on the other side was a skinny Japanese boy. As soon as I laid eyes on him, he stiffened, then shyly smiled and waved. His hair was all over the place, seeing him in his tanktop I thought to myself that he must've just rolled out of bed. But wasn't it the afternoon already? The boy says something but of course I can't hear him with my window closed so I slide it open. "Eto....hi." He tried in English. If someone were to tell me later I'd come to care about him deeply, I'd find that hard to believe. For as long as I could remember I've always felt empty. And that emptiness, I hid on instinct.

Monica stared at the beautiful girl in front of him, and he couldn't look away. Her waist might be the narrowest waist that he had ever seen, and he was wondering how it felt to hug that waist. Finally, he made up his mind and decided to say hello to her, but suddenly... [Target has been found!] "Huh?" [Welcome to Scumbag System!] [The more woman you have, the more rewards you will receive!] [As a starting gift, you have received "Japanese Food Cooking Mastery"!] [As the first target has been found, you also receive 500 million yen on your back account!] [The journey has only been started!] [Work hard, young man!] "???????" Monica frowned and said, "I refuse!" without hesitation, but after a while... "I refuse!... I really refuse!... I really try hard to refuse!... Sorry, I can't refuse it...." Monica tried really hard, but he couldn't...

In the vampire—enslaved present world, Myra longed for a better life. After a horrid tragedy that ended her life, she was reborn as a lowlife Omega from a folklore in the year 1721. Now she must save the Lycans from their impending doom, and rewrite history.

Cristian, being the beta of his pack, is sent to be the bodyguard of a woman whose life is in danger. He just never imagined that this woman would be his partner ... but what a partner. Alisha Meyer, an independent and entrepreneurial woman, the least she wants is to be tied to a man and less now that she is being harassed and her life is in danger. But when she is shot in the chest and almost dies she will realize that there is something strange inside her and she will be surrounded by tall men, a lot of testosterone, possessiveness and wolves? You will only have one alternative. Tame beasts

Reading and studying history was Aimi Allecxiannie’s primary source of excitement in her mundane life. One day, the unexpected happens— she is transported into the body of Avery Allecxiannie Lopez, a general’s daughter who happens to be engaged to a man she despises. It’s 1942, and the Japanese forces have just begun to conquer the Philippines. Will Aimi be ready to look Death in the eye or will she give up? Will she find love in the midst of a war? Will she forever be stuck in Avery Allecxiannie’s body? What happens when a 21st-century history major gets transported to the body of a 1940’s woman in the dawn of the Second World War?

It was prophesied in Shifter folklore that when a Solar Lycan was born, great change would come to the Shifter population. Only trouble was that it was all it was, an unfulfilled prophecy; no Solar Lycan had been seen for more than a thousand years. Had she ever even existed? Well, here's the thing: sometimes, occasionally, prophecies do get fulfilled.

There's a little shop downstairs that sells organ soup. It's always packed with customers. People line up as if bewitched, eager for a bowl. I've often wondered what secret ingredient made their soup so irresistible. This afternoon, I finally found my answer. Floating in my bowl was a piece of human skin—inked with a tattoo I knew all too well. It was the one etched on my boyfriend's arm.

In our village, once the girls turn 16, they must begin fasting and take a secret formula to produce bloodstones. My mother says this is the necessary path for a girl to become a rabbit-woman. It is also the most important thing in her life. On the day my sister turns 16, a rabbit tail grows from her tailbone. She no longer has to work in the fields. She only needs to lie in her room each day and take the formula. From that very night on, I see one man after another—sometimes several at once—enter her room. Before long, the sounds of heavy breathing begin to come from inside...

I am a doctor who specializes in treating infertility. People liked to joke and call me the "Life-Bringer." By day, I worked at the hospital, handling the toughest, most puzzling cases. By night, I used something called the Spirit Bride Rite, a long-lost ritual from ancient times to preserve a man's ability to have children, even after he had just passed. It was a method that went against nature and drained me dry, so I didn't take just any job. I worked for the wealthy. My starting fee was 600 thousand dollars. That day, I had barely taken a sip of champagne at a client's grandson's baby shower before an urgent request came in. If I counted right, this would be my 17th husband.