The Ka の小説・ストーリー

The beasts had to be conditioned and trained for the annual dressage and shows. "I called home the other day," K uttered, tipping the glass way up as she drank the last of her orange juice. "Nana answered the phone. She said mom wasn't around. So I asked her what's up with mom, because she's not answering any of my calls." She paused, twirling the bottom of the glass on the table's surface. Jesse leaned his elbow on the table and rested his jaw on his pals, his full attention to K. He knew that she was concerned and anxious with how Laura seemed to be ignoring or dodging her, for lack of a better word. "So what did Kathleen say?"

Normalcy was a memory, a fragile illusion, and the arena was about to prove it. “Today’s exercise,” Kael’s voice boomed across the field, smooth, commanding, and laced with something more—a subtle undercurrent of awe. My pulse quickened at the sound, though I refused to let it unbalance me. “We practice controlled combat. Ariana will lead. Observe her movements, anticipate, and follow. Respect her authority. Respect the Luna.”

Before we start the journey of our lead, let's meet the people that will give us some fun. Also, I'll be using (') to indicate thoughts. KANATHA TRION Kanatha is also known as Gulf Lewis. A 19-year-old beautiful young man. His hair is long and really beautiful for a man. There's a reason behind his long hair that we will find out soon. He was born a Trion but his identity was snatched away from him because of a bad past that caused him to lose his true family. Secrets about himself will soon be revealed.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Before I can blink, he turns around, towards the alley door of the bar, and with one kick, the door shatters inward and some internal part of me winces, knowing that this is going to come out of my salary. But I’m not exactly in a state to be protesting. His voice is hard. “Where is the first aid kit?” I can feel my vocal chords healing and I gasp, “Office back” He puts me down on one of the kitchen metallic counters that Marty cleaned not two hours ago, after closing down the kitchen. I lay there with my eyes closed, struggling to draw in breath. The healing process is going faster now that I am no longer under attack and don’t have to use magic.

Kitty. The tip of the tongue pushes into the incisors twice, giving birth to the rhythm of her name. Like one of her bells jingling. Kitty. A drop of Metaxa on the lips. Two steps up the stairs to heaven. Ki-i-itti... It's like you're beckoning a wayward cat. Will he give a stroke or scratch his hands? Kitty. A syllable for each of her men. Two steps up the stairs to hell.