Tatsumaki Novels & Stories

"This is—wow." Zac chuckled softly. "My grandfather was a big reader. He quoted literature as if he were a human book himself." I turned to look at Zac, my eyes lit up. "Zac, this is amazing." Zac shrugged nonchalantly, smiling. "I thought you'd like it." He walked over to one wall, skimming the shelves until he pulled out a book. "I wanted you to have this." I looked at the book he held out for me to take. It was called "Bloom" by Kelle Hampton. I smiled at the title, meeting his eyes. "Wha—but why?"

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

" My name is Isaac Carter, I'm a healer, it's okay to drink." He brought the glass to my lips and I drank the liquid, it didn't taste like anything, but I knew it wasn't water, and deep inside I could taste something a little sweet. " What is it?" "Zarpini. It's a tea with the Zarpini plant to calm your stomach," he answered, and his gaze fell on the vomit on the floor." Don't worry, I'll have someone come to clean it up, soon your stomach will calm down.

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Hard. Pine, rain, something dark, wild and masculine and so overwhelmingly right that I actually staggered. "What...?" I looked up at Damien again and his eyes, completely gold now locked onto mine. And I knew. The world narrowed to just the two of us. The pack, the clearing, the ceremony it all faded into background noise. There was only him. Only those golden orbs and the invisible thread I could suddenly feel binding us together. Mate. The word echoed in my mind, in my very soul. Undeniable.

Chapter Two: The Sanguine Ascent Dawn didn't break over the island – it bled. A jagged line of red sliced through the horizon, lighting up the Obsidian Ridge. The heat was already a physical weight pressing against my chest. I stood at the base of the trail wearing a matte – black tactical suit that clung to my skin like a second layer of armour. On my wrist, the haptic band glowed a steady, menacing blue. Beside me, the competition was a study in panic. Sloane checked her boots with cold precision. Xavier was sweating through his shirt. And then there was Brent.

Aridoari looked down but her nipples had grown hard under the silk. Takumo walked around them slowly. He let his hand brush their shoulders and backs. Each touch sent sparks through their skin. The air felt thick with new desire. “You were chosen for your beauty and your willingness,” he continued. “Mikashi, you bring grace. Takiari, you bring passion. Aridoari, you bring sweetness. Together you will serve me well.” He stopped in front of them again. “Rise.” They stood up. Their legs looked a little weak. Takumo pulled Mikashi close first. He pressed her body against his. Her soft breasts touched his chest. He kissed her neck lightly. She gasped. The kiss left a wet mark on her skin.

“If you have any news, contact me immediately.” There was a slight pause before Kenji spoke again. “You still have that flower?” Yuri knew what flower her uncle was talking about -- The stalk of the cherry blossom flowers, otherwise known as the sakura blossoms, that Kenji had brought over during his January visit that year, and which Hitomi had placed in a vase half-filled with water. “Of course. Niisan never forgot that my favourite sakura blossoms. Every year, you always picked a stalk of it for me when the sakura blossoms in Japan.” There was a slight pause. “It’s getting late. I’ll make up a bed for you—”

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

With a small blast of fire from his feet, Max initiated a sprint towards Tamashi. “YOU’RE MINE, SPARKY! I’LL END THIS IN ONE BLOW!” Max jumped as he neared Tamashi. As Max fell through the sky, Tamashi reached out his arm. ‘Inazuma no Kabe.’ Max slammed head-first into the wall and bounced off, flying backwards in the direction he came from. As Tamashi released the wall, Max recovered and rose to his feet.