Wednesday Yoko Novels & Stories

"Yes, I just received another message from you... Once I have reviewed everything, I will let you know what to do." She ended the call and opened the new email. On the computer screen appeared photographs of Yukio and his partner Ankit during their trip to Hokkaido. Some innocent shots of the two at the convention, others not so innocent. Each photo indicated the date and time it was taken. Jina Sotomayor carefully studied them and smiled mischievously. It was just a matter of waiting for the right moment.

Kyo nudged me with his elbow and gave me his cute little dumpling-like smile. "Not out…that isn't a wise idea" Yuki said rising from the sofa, while rubbing his eyes, seems like he took a quick power nap while we indulged in short talks. Kyo instantly pouted and his shoulders dropped, an indicator of sudden sadness on the abrupt disapproval of his plans.

a male voice said from outside the room Everyone turned to see Yamato walking into the room. He looked like he had been working nonstop and was completely out of energy. "We have Yen" he said "We have Rosewell" "We have Fubuki" "We have Kojiro" "We have Inumaki" "We have me" "We have Mina and her two new friends" "We have an entire city of people" "And most importantly...." "We have you" "If we can properly utilize what we have, I see victory in our favor" he said

Just as I contemplate taking my frustrations out on my innocent teddy bear—my claws twitching with the urge—there's a knock at the door, pulling me back from my spiraling thoughts. "Enter." The door creaks open, revealing Yoko Suzuki. Her hair is a sleek bob that frames her round cheeks, her eyes slender and calculating, her lips thin with a cleft in her chin that appears when she smiles—though she seldom does. Yoko is one of my many informants, the eyes and ears I have strategically placed throughout the school to ensure nothing escapes my notice. It's a system that's served me well, allowing me to maintain a delicate balance of power, keeping the social hierarchy exactly where it should be

Maya's POV The first international order shipped on a Wednesday. Forty pieces for Yuki in Tokyo, wrapped in tissue paper with the VOSS mark embossed in the corner. The boxes were stacked by the door from eight in the morning. Elena and Sophie packed the pieces while I sat at the cutting table and did not cut anything.

-What did I miss while I was admitted? -Well, not much. I'll bring you up to speed on the car- Silver was convinced that what little he said did not have the same meaning as what she considered little. Zacarias was stirring a test tube with a sample between his fingers without paying much attention to it. He was in a very bad mood and his pheromones kept alphas and omegas away from the laboratory and his face disfigured by a grimace, the betas. He slammed the tube down on the table and tried to do something on the computer but couldn't concentrate. That scene replayed over and over in his mind and it only made him groan.

She must have misconceived him. "Argh!" At that moment, Yoko woke up and cried as soon as she opened her eyes. Kimi and several men surrounded her, comforting her to the best of their abilities. After a while, Yoko calmed down and was sent home. Kimi ran out of the door and said, "It's okay, Yoko. Don't cry. Remember not to play by the water next time. It's dangerous."

“You don't have a fever. Why do you appear so fair? Do you want some yogurt?” I ceased my thoughts and looked at the pink container held by him, which was yogurt with a sakura flavor that I enjoyed. In the northwest, there were no sakura trees, and the land where Andros was located was not yet in bloom. Only in the capital, Imperial, was able to secure limited quantities of sakura yogurt on Wednesdays. After trying it five years ago, I never forgot the taste. It was delicious. Ever since, Julian had bought it for me every Wednesday. He spent five years in a row without missing ten days or weeks.

The Crack in the Mirror Friday night, May 15, 2027 (Two weeks before the end of sophomore year) The Hanamaki exchange trio have been making our lives gloriously chaotic for four months. Aki and Riku turned the wrestling team into a supernatural arms race. Kayo somehow became student-council vice-president in three weeks and has been flirting with every rule in the handbook just to watch the faculty panic. Tonight was supposed to be the first calm Friday in forever: no revenants, no Hollow Choir remnants, no oni trying to drag me into a drinking contest under the bleachers.

Something compelled her to look at her bedside table and her gaze fell onto the calendar that sat next to the photo frame on her table, next to her alarm clock. Yuri spotted the red circle around October twenty-fourth. Her face fell slightly when she remembered what that day was. ‘That’s right,’ thought Yuri to herself, glancing at the photo frame, focusing on the image of her mother as she did so. ‘Today is kaa-san’s birthday.’ * * * * The streets of Kabukicho in Shinjuku were rather silent that day as Yuri took a path that she had taken only a few times a year to her current destination. Yet, the silence of the streets wasn’t an uneasy silence.