Tsukimichi Light Novels & Stories

she whispered, “under your clothes. A reminder.” We ended in Shibuya, crossing the famous scramble at dusk when the lights came on and the city felt like it was breathing. Sakura insisted we stop at a tiny café famous for matcha parfaits. I managed half of the towering green-and-white confection before my stomach gently protested. She didn’t push, just ordered ginger tea instead. By the time we returned to the Suzuki estate the sky had turned indigo, strung with stars. Dante was waiting in the courtyard, coat slung over one arm, sleeves rolled to his elbows, looking tired but content.

“Blitzlicht,” Aki repeated the word to herself as soon as she heard it from the photographer. She let the foreign word roll on her tongue as though she could taste it, could see its physical equivalent again: Flash Light. “It’s incredibly bright,” Temujin agreed, reading Aki’s thoughts. “It’s from a new solution,” chimed in the photographer, who had brown hair, blue eyes, and very pale skin.

“Perhaps we can arrange for a meeting with your brother soon?” “No need, I’m here,” a voice from the shadows calls, and a man identical to Itsamu steps out. Well, nearly identical; whereas Itsamu has a broad build, Itsuki is leaner and more muscular. He has his hands in his pockets and is dressed in an immaculate suit which no doubt costs a pretty penny.

She let out her words as she chanted in an old language, that I didn't recognize. The temperature dropped suddenly when she put in the last ingredient, and the pot let out a bluish smoke. Then Arkael appeared from the mist and walk to Shani, he let his hand out to her while she looked at him. It lasted seconds, then she was back to her usual self.

New rich. I follow my lovely partner who sits in a small table in the corner. “On your right.” I hear him mumble with a low voice. I turn and search between five men sitting together until I spot a familiar face. Akiyama Tatsuki. The waiter approaches our table and asks, “Would you like to order drinks?” The Black Tiger points to a drink on the menu card and the waiter stares at me shyly, “Hum, just coke for me. If you have it of course.” I chuckle awkwardly.

"One soup three dishes?" The chef nodded, then used his hands to point. "Miso Soup, grilled fish, Tagamo-yaki, also known as omelet, Nimono and Tsukemono, you call them vegetables. Then, last but not the least, a pot of high-grade sencha green tea." "I call this brilliance," Caine said, rubbing his plans together. "What's your name, chef?" I asked. "Chef Toba," he answered with a hand to his chest and a bow.

As he came up to us, I got a closer look at him. He had tanned skin that radiated under the sun and he moved so gracefully like royalty. His eyes were deep amber and he had a perfect body. I sighed, what was worse than having three hot men as mates? He stopped right in front of me and took my hand. I felt sparks inside of me as I made contact with him. My stomach suddenly developed butterflies as I felt a tinge of sensation as his hands held mine. "Hey baby, I am Damon, Alpha of Midnight Pack", he said while searching my face. Shit…another alpha. "Mia", I muttered. He nodded his head and looked towards my other mate, "I guess we are all sharing one mate". They laughed.

"So what? Don't ask too many questions. Just think about how we leave tomorrow. " Sazkia scratched her head once again but it felt a little sticky because her hair hadn't been washed for several days. His eyes looked around which were already dark. Electric lighting is only available in a few places because the network was damaged by landslides. The city electrician has not repaired the electrical installations that were dead because the weather was still not supportive. "Assalamualaikum" A well-built young man appeared from the darkness to greet those who were still silent in the hall.

A woman in white standing before a gate. Ayame. She stared at her own reflection in the water. The figure on the floor lifted a hand. Ayame lifted hers. “No,” Tsukiko whispered. Their palms touched through the image. Gold light explod ed through the room. Ayame cried out. I caught her as her knees gave way. Her head fell against my chest. Her hand closed around my shirt. The gold light sank beneath her skin, travelling up her throat to her eyes. When she looked at me, recognition burned there.

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.