Watamote Novels & Stories

The only companion he had left him when its time had come; after all, it was only a mere horse and had lived quite long. Flowers swayed gently, emitting a sweet fragrance that brought him comfort. His slender fingers rested on top of a zither, which he would sometimes pluck at its strings, producing a calming tune that traveled along the island, alarming the small animals that had yet to wake. The weather was still chilly, although the sun shone brightly, brimming with light. It touched the man with a soft glow, leaving fantastic shades of warm colors on his sky-blue robe, which had a motif resembling a peacock.

Kenton. A very naked Kenton. 'Mate,' my wolf yaps excitedly. 'Our mate is here! He came to find us.' "Amaris," he says, his deep voice doing funny things to my insides. I nod my head, indicating that I understand him. He smiles widely and steps forward, kneeling to pet behind her ears, "You are so incredible, Amaris," he murmurs, burrowing his face into her neck, inhaling deeply, taking her scent into his lungs. "Can you shift back?"

'' I don't want to anger him more, so I obediently turn around and enter the bathroom. The bathroom is nice, with a big bath near the window, allowing me to see the starry night outside, two sinks and the shower stall, everything's white marble, only black towels and golden faucets give some color. I want to lock the door, but how nice, there is no lock.

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

An umbrella had already been placed over the table to provide shade from the afternoon sun, and tiered plates of sweets and snacks decorated the table. As soon as the two ladies took their seats, a maid brought a pot of freshly brewed tea. An aroma of ginger filled the area. “I asked them to make ginger tea,” Paula pointed out. “It will give you energy and help you focus on your work.” Magnolia stared at the golden liquid in her cup then smiled. She had been feeling tired these past few days. With everything that had happened and her constant anxiety and worry, she could barely eat or sleep. Doing Daniel’s work and trying to keep up the image that nothing was wrong has also been exhausting.

"You know all codes?" "Of course I do." "Well, that's admirable. As for the code, it's... a special code." Jamie sighs and brings back her attention from the radio to the road. "Are you hungry? We can stop by Grace's" "What special code?" Now, this is something that intrigued me. What's this code that doesn't appear in no police book? "I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you." "Here is lieutenant Oliver from Waterfall Bridge. I'll go." I grab the radio and make my voice sound closely to Jamie's, then answer instead of her. Now, this might be the action I needed.

Champagne asked while taking a step forward, she felt anger rush through her veins like an injection of Coke, in all her life she never thought there would be a day when she felt so disappointed in Sam. Samantha didn't bother to reply her, she pulled out her phone and placed it on the table in front of her. "I asked one of employees at the bar to travel back at your home city and ask about Rafael Mauretti " Sam replied calmly, she raised her head and her eyes locked with Champagne's. Champagne's eyes turned into slits and and hers folded in to fist, her breathing heavy " I asked you to stay away from him " she said through gritted teeth and Samantha smiled.

After surviving the Khmer Rouge, Dara carries an ancient golden lotus pendant with her family from Cambodia to America. The pendant holds a mysterious connection to their bloodline and the Boran martial arts passed down through generations. Years later, Dara’s granddaughter is raising three children in Brooklyn when the lotus awakens. A terrifying creature called the Hollowkin appears, leading the family beneath Brooklyn to an ancient sealed door. Behind it is a mysterious girl with the narrator’s face—and memories she was never supposed to remember. As the family uncovers secrets hidden by Grandma Dara, they learn the lotus was protecting more than their past. Their Boran teachings are part

So did the heat in my fingertips. Good. Turning my back on him, I addressed the people who could help me. “All right. James, Tesa, I need Butea monosperma, Curcuma longa root, colocynth, and kratom. Check our medicinal stores first. If we don't have everything, contact the neighboring Packs.” James nodded immediately. Tesa stared at me for a second longer. I raised an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?” “No, Your Majesty.” “Good.”

I approach cautiously, trying not to disturb her slumber. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance at the computer screen in front of her. The document displayed on the screen is titled "Fragrance of Love." My heart skips a beat as I realize that this must be the copy of the book she was working on, the one named after the scent of Tuberose. Could it be that Ema is Tuberose?