Tokito Novels & Stories

I finally answer, “it’s a woman” “Your mate?” “Nop” I shake my head in the negative, “a human. Ayana stones”

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

The clouds had parted, and Tokyo lay spread before the morning sun in gold leaf on asphalt: a promise, or a start, or maybe both. The driver, Kenji, came scrambling into the front seat. I gave him the address I'd received: "Help me find Mr. Yugo—ah, Yuki Roman. Give me his latest address in Tōkyō." Kenji's phone beeped. In fifteen minutes, he nodded, gave me the sheet. "Got it, sir?" "Yes. And. and I want food—lots. Send all of it. Sushi, ramen, wagashi, fruit—send it in a basket. Best quality. Today's for Yuki."

I said to myself. Alpha Ryu stood before the pack in his red and black royal robe and a stringent smile that I had never seen before. I doubt the pack members have seen it too, as they also couldn’t believe it, washing their faces several times with water just to confirm. “I would like to thank my personal maid, as she was the one who washed these dishes. She has quite the guts to wash five hundred thousand, five hundred and fifty-four plates with not a single stain on them. She’s pretty much more excited about it than the rest of us”. He chuckled. “Show me what you’ve got, Samantha.”

Around them, the massive mechanical arms of the vault began to move, lifting thousands of cryo-contained canisters—seeds for wheat, corn, rice, and trees that could scrub the carbon from the sky. "The seeds are free," Saito whispered, removing his mask to reveal a face lined with scars and relief. "The East will eat again." The Midnight in Tokyo That night, they stayed in the dome, sleeping on a bed of moss beneath the canopy of an ancient oak tree. The "Audit" was nearly complete. The world was no longer a collection of assets to be managed; it was a garden to be tended. Julian lay with his back against the tree, Clara curled into his side. The neon ruins of Tokyo were silent above them, bu

"Breathe through it." He rubs his cheek against mine, marking me with his scent. It is not sexual. Not yet. It is grounding, calming, like a weighted blanket on a nervous system that has been on fire for days. The bond hums in my chest, louder and louder, and for the first time since I signed the contract, the hum feels almost peaceful. "There," he says, pulling back slightly. "Better?" I nod. My voice has abandoned me.