Yoi Novels & Stories

◇NO POV◇ years passing kids are growing so fast jai is ten years old now dia is four years old now aadhira is two years old and learning to talk now aadhya is seven years old now she always be with aadhira and dia these people always makes whole house as zoo but aadhira is calm kid not like all viranica is worried a lot because of aadhira health but doctor said due to these minor operations aadhira can stay healthy but they need to find a donor as soon as possible

I grabbed it immediately like I was craving for it badly and opened it to look in it. My heart stopped beating, my mouth hung open, heat rushed through my body when I saw her photo. This is the same girl I met a while ago in Batista! I started reading her info. Name: Zoya Age: 24 years Body statistics : 36 24 36" Height- 5'5 Hair color: Brown Eye color -Hazel brown Shoe size- 7 Skin colour-Brown Parents -Not found. The grown-up in an orphanage. Status: In a relationship with Sultan

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Nikka frowned, and also anxiously shouted, “No, I'm not! She's the one!” Yui, also shouted back. “No, she's the one!” “Nikka, what are you talking about?” “N-no, Nikka don't do this. You're the real one!” “What nonsense are you talking about? You're Nikka” “No, I'm not!” “You are!” “I'm not! I'm Yui! A boy!” “No. I'm the real Yui!” Zodia handgun is pointing back and forth between Yui and Nikka. Arguing who's the real one.

As if it had never rained a single drop, the dazzling sunlight scattered beautifully over the bone-dry grass. Right then, a tall figure with sweeping brown hair came jogging over cheerfully, waving a catcher's mitt in the air. "Hey there, looks like our diligent, dominant prince has finally graced us with his presence? I'm Yoo Gyeong-ho, a third-year!" Because they had clashed against one another as the current student OB team and the rookie YB team during the tryouts two days ago, they hadn't had a chance to properly exchange names. While 'OB' traditionally referred to graduates, the club casually used the label to refer to the upperclassmen team for convenience.

And in Takuto’s case, that threat had a name. Aoi-chan. The quiet girl with the twin braids and the Hello Kitty backpack. While the rest of the children had been hoarding cookies and sweet buns, Aoi had been playing a different game—hoarding yogurt pouches. Not just any yogurt pouches. The fancy kind. The squeezable, mess-free, ultra-portable kind with cartoon fruit characters and adorable resealable caps. The kind most moms only packed on Fridays or after dentist appointments. Takuto had noticed.

His godlike, perfectly built body had not a single scar or tattoo on it, well except behind his ear where there was a ghostlike tattoo. I stalked his socials. Who wouldn’t? You would too. Soren was everything I couldn’t have. Why? Because unlike Soren I was a straight-A student, obeyed all the fucking rules, round glasses—a perfectionist. Teachers’ pet. Golden spooned. Anything. And also… Soren Gregory? He didn’t do guys like me. I recalled dying my hair red just to fit in for once. Everyone questioned it but it had been the only rebellion I’d shown so they let it slide.

As she speaks, she lifts a fidgeting Ori onto the end of the bed. “Ori - Schat – stop fidgeting please.” “Flavian” Rasmus announces, giving Ori a look and she stops kicking her legs. “Flavourian?” Ori attempts. “No, Ingot ‘Flavian’” “Flayveeann.” she tries again “Better” I smile “Now come here.” Ori crawls her way down the bed and plonks herself in between Rasmus and I. She peeks over my arm at her brother and grins.

“Hey, Cali.” I turned in my seat, eyeing the young man who had sidled up to my side. “Hey, YB.” I gave him a smile. “You doing ok?” His eyebrows shot up as he chuckled. “Hey, that was going to be my line.” “Sorry.” I gave a small shrug. YB was young. Younger than me by several years and from what Truth had told me, been hanging around the club since he was fourteen. Desperate to patch in. Which he had done only a year ago. The youngest patched member they had. Hence the name Young Blood.

Out of all people, Eli was the one that could earn my trust when it came to contact. "Bloody hell." "Hey," Joey said as he walked into my room. "This is for you." He passed me a large envelope and I opened it, emptying out a new passport and driving licence with my fake details. "Oh, cheers," I nodded. "It's so annoying that I have to pretend to be 17, I can't even buy a drink." "The things you have to do for missions," Joey said sarcastically. "No alcohol for you." "I'm going to need some to survive god knows how long with Emma," I groaned.