Yoru Sumino Novels & Stories

added Ando combing his hair backwards. “Yeah… The usual game…” answered Rio short and briefly, sipping his tequila, still staring at Sumico with his somewhat gazing stare. Meanwhile, Sumico had sat down at the second dining table. A glass of strawberry juice was served and put on the table right in front of her. Without any suspicion, Sumico sipped the strawberry juice until the middle. Afterwards, she ate the snacks she’d picked and chosen. After that again, she drank the strawberry juice again. Within minutes, Sumico had quaffed the strawberry juice till the end.

Sure that she wasn’t crying anymore, she turned to gaze at me like she was admiring something. “The Alpha, the only one who acquired the flame sword Aura without a teacher to teach him or an elemental wolf link connection.” I went silent, stunned by what had crawled into my ears. Ryu didn’t learn flame sword aura from a master, nor was he an elemental wolf. That had to be one of the craziest things I’ve heard. “The Alpha is the strongest amongst us and is also the only one who could ever chase off the Moon Hound Pack who kept to our tail. Their Alpha is such a jackass.”

"Mas Suma...." *****

“Now solve this thing, Tohya. That’s your forte, isn’t it?” “Huh? Solve this thing?” Tohya frowned as he took the photograph from Yuri. “Isn’t it just pure addition though?” He pondered, before his quick mind got to work at totalling the numbers up. “10 plus 15. 21 plus 26. Equals to…” “Seventy two,” said Sunny suddenly, and both Tohya and Selina looked at him in slight amazement. “Did you work all that out in your head or something?” asked Tohya in amazement.

He was curious about what happened after that encounter. Even though Stavros and Sumire have been friends for several years, he has observed that Sumire is a deeply private person who rarely places her trust in others. To him, she remains an enigma, a captivating mystery that he is eagerly determined to unravel. Stavros is entranced by her fiercely independent nature, acknowledging that she has a remarkable ability to thrive without relying on anyone else. Sumire's charismatic personality, combined with her proclivity for secrecy, renders her an irresistibly compelling presence that draws Stavros towards her. He is astonished by the revelation that Sumire grew up in an orphanage, a fact that

Jacob said Yeah....yay

I broke my promise and left the spot I was crouching, then slowly began to circle the perimeter of the forest, towards where the murderers stood on the edge of the garden. I just wanted to see their faces once, wanted to memorize their happy smiles so that when those same faces were twisted in the grimace of death, my revenge would be sweeter. I just wanted to know who killed my parents. I stopped at the brink of the forest, ever closer to where the men stood. They seemed to be having a discussion about how to dispose of the dead bodies they'd created, the people they'd murdered. I scanned their faces one by one, my eyes moving rapidly through the group of ten or twelve men, and my eyes came

I say as I race to catch up to Brooke. “Bye, Mom! We’ll be back soon!” Cyrene says. “Don’t go too far, Iniko. You’re getting close to your first shift,” she calls out. “We’re just going to the mountain,” I call back. “Go, Kiko, go!” Cyrene says, encouraging me to catch up to Brooke. I love that Cyrene is nine years old and still calls me Kiko. She’s the only one who does. It’s just like she still calls Cal Calgon. No one cares to correct her because she’s Cyrene.

“I kill every girl named Selina.” He clenched his fist, a slight hint of warmth in his hands. He was a Zonculi, born with the power of flames. And he missed the warmth of his powers – he could still feel it in his veins, but it was weak. The silver-haired girl wondered what this was about, why they were fighting over her, and why the woman would kill every girl named Selina. She regretted every inch of trusting the woman who offered her her umbrella. She should have known not to trust strangers even if she was a woman.

Mathew POV. "Tell everyone to get out in the clearing," I order my beta out loud, we all share a mental connection, I could order them all to come, but I'm trying my best to keep my connection to the pack to a minimum, they could feel my pain every time I connect to them. "Yes, alpha," Zane answers, Zane is the beta, it's him, me, and three others, who live in my house, they are the strongest in the pack and my good friends.