Yata Misaki Novels & Stories

She wears a tight thin black shirt with daisy dukes. [Melissa Ambrosia] A greek woman with long wavy blonde hair wearing a thin zip-up jacket with a wifebeater underneath it and jeans. Her eyes are an unusual hybrid of colors mixed in with each other creating a beautiful nebula that could easily entrance anyone who notices. [Yua Arai] A Japanese-American mixed girl with short black hair, red lips, and thin eyes. She wears an oversized jacket with daisy dukes on, including a chain wrapped around her arm.

Hikari asked. “No. She’ll appreciate the food because I am great at cooking.” “I bet rude comments will fire at you later,” said Yami. “She won’t comment anything bad about the food but she will say mean stuffs to me. That’s given.” On the other room, Mizuko just finish her warm bath and now she is much better. The only problem are her clothes. They are still wet and she doesn’t know why but she could not use a spell. With only a thin towel around her, she went out of the bathroom. She looks around and her eyes darted at the lovely tulle dress on the bed. It has butterfly design on its hips and sleeves and around the collar area. It was light purple and it’s just gorgeous.

I can't tear my eyes off of her. She has ivory complexion, with thick brown locks. She's petite, not even reached my shoulder at best. And she has breathtaking pair of heterochromic blue and yellow eyes, completed with a small nose and plump pink lips, oval shaped face, and a perfect curves. Beautiful is an understatement.

Likewise for Mizuke, Kim Jae and Yamada were also invited to Nana's 16th birthday. Mizuki with a smooth mane in a simple bun, which is trending among adult magazines. She looks elegant and charming in her knee-length dress. Mizuki is here with Kim Jae. Mizuki as Nana's invited guest because Mizuki is the older sister of Yamada, Kenkyo's best friend. Kim Jae is Mr. Kensuke's guest. Actually, Mr. Kensuke invited Mr. Kim Jaerim, but somehow Kim Jae came instead. When they met, they were arrogant towards each other. Very different from when they lived in e used to be.

When surrounded by hostile Amazons she still struggled to get to my side. "What about your Jason Statham?" she prodded. "He's English. Besides, I prefer Chiaki Kuriyama," I eyebrow pumped. "There is something about a chick with cast-iron balls." "Who?" Yasmin searched her memories. "Gogo Yubari from Kill Bill Volume 1," I informed her. Yasmin thought that over. "That girl was clearly insane!" she thumped my chest. "Believe me, female mental health issues have never stopped me in the past," I shrugged.

his mate. "Miwa....Iretomiwa." The little girl answered with a dazzling smile. "Miwa... Iretomiwa...a beautiful name for a beautiful girl...what does it mean?" Kalen asked tenderly and the little girl grinned. "..that you're in luck because it means blessing has come to you." The little girl replied in a childish teasing voice, Kalen threw his head back letting out a loud laughter, the joy in his heart was indescribable. "Blessing has come to me?....Miwa, Iretomiwa....my blessing....." Kalen whispered in a loving tone, the little girl smiled again before turning around and heading home, Kalen watched her with a complicated gaze, one thought in mind.

*** During lunch break, Miyazaki Nana's table in the cafeteria was always filled with her closest friends in school. Of course, there's Endo Hiroshi sitting right next to her. Then across from Hiroshi is Ito Yui, also one of the known goddesses in Hirosaki High. Right beside Yui is her boyfriend and the campus hottie Miyamura Kai, and on the left side from Nana's seat is another known goddess of Hirosaki High, Watanabe Rin. They were all talking about one particular thing, Miyazaki Nana's 18th birthday.

The great oak tree looms over us and I smiled, it seems that we are a little bit closer than I thought. “Caelum?” “What?” “Why is it that you call Missy, Missy-san and her calling you – what’s that again, Saro – Sato –?“ “Sora-sama you mean?” I raised an eyebrow and she nodded enthusiastically, “Missy-san was born a Japanese, yet I trained her early on. She learnt about English but still insisted to call me by my Japanese name and certain honorifics.” “So we were in Japan an hour ago and you didn’t inform me? I would have love to see the blossom cherries,” I chuckled at her wrong terms and exasperated expression, striding past the grape vines and heading down the humble cottage that houses a

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.