Yu-gi-oh Woman Mga Nobela at Kwento

“所有者に劣っていない人はいますか？あなたは、自分ではない誰かになりすまして、頭がおかしいに違いありません。” (Shoyū-sha ni ototte inai hito wa imasu ka? Anata wa, jibunde wanai dareka ni narisumashite, atamagaokashī ni chigai arimasen.) (Someone not inferior to the owner? You must be nuts, pretending to be someone you are not.) The woman had gone somewhat naive and did not dwell on Allana’s questions so she appeared quite a lunatic in front of everyone. She looked at Allana as if she was some terrorist who had done something vile.

Why can't he win against Yron Lornn's blood? "You know what Young Master Kieran has and you don't?" the young woman continued. Despite the chaos around them, she remained calm and composed. The silver-haired woman smiled. "The blessing of the Blood Star." Ylano snapped his head towards her but she was already gone. The Blood Star? The Blood Star is here? Where? Where are they? His eyes scanned around the field and his horrified gaze landed on the young woman with long disheveled brown hair. Her eyes were staring at him and to his horror, one of her eyes were glowing in gold with dragon slit pupil. She's the Blood Star.

A lingering awareness that hadn’t been there before. Or maybe it had. Maybe she had just stopped pretending it didn’t exist. She stood in the living room, adjusting a vase that didn’t need adjusting. The flowers were already perfectly arranged—white lilies, his preference. She knew that because she had learned every small detail about him without ever being told. That, too, was a problem. Her fingers brushed one of the petals, soft and cool. Fragile. “Amara.” She stiffened. This time, she didn’t turn immediately.

"GOOD evening, ma'am! Welcome back!" A woman in her early forties stepped out of a luxury car and smiled at the elderly man who greeted her. She took a deep breath and looked around the mansion in front of her. It was grand and screamed wealth and elegance. It looked like a royal palace that could capture anyone's attention—intimidating yet astonishing. It was larger than life but definitely appropriate for a woman like her. It was exactly the kind of place where she could show everyone her power and dominance.

Her gaze fell on Yuna and felt a thorn in her eyes. The elegant gown on Yuna was too glaringly beautiful. She sauntered over and condescendingly eyed Yun Shishi, her lips curling into a smirk. “Oh, Guy. When did you lower your taste to get such a low-class woman to be your partner?” Manrou continued to look at Yuna disdainfully; her lips were still curled into a seemingly spurious smile. She was about the same height as Yuna, but the eight-inch heels she was wearing gave her the edge to arrogantly look down on the latter. She was just like an empress peering down at a lowly maid.

Yūri scoffed. I furrowed my brow and cautiously opened the room. The woman was bleeding from her forehead and groaning as Yūri hauled her to her feet. “Hey, babe.” Yūri smiled as she forced the woman inside, pausing to kiss my cheek. “Um… hey.” I nodded, shutting the door. “So, dumbass, are you an actual bounty hunter or just got worried about your man?” Yūri questioned, taking the cuffs the woman had on her belt and cuffed her hands behind her back before shoving her onto the floor.

"It's weird that the Wyverns didn't come. I've contacted His Highness Hyacinth, and he has tried to confirm the situation." What was this woman saying? When Yang glanced at Liam, he only saw the man staring at the woman. He was silent. "Don't worry. Go and prepare everything, and get ready if you have to go somewhere. I will be standing by here," the woman said like she was having an entire conversation with the long blonde-haired man. Unexpectedly, the blonde-haired man left, leaving Yang and the woman alone. The woman had long pale lavender hair. Under the candle lights, she shone silvery-golden, adding to her ethereal features. She turned to Yang, smiling.

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

Yuichi asked the woman. “Don’t underestimate what I can do, especially my love for you, Yuichi.” Love? Wow!? They flirt here in front of me. In front of his wife? Until I noticed the woman looking at me. She stared at me for a few seconds before turning her gaze back to Yuichi. “Who is she? She’s a new face in my eyes,” the woman asked curiously. Yuichi glanced at me before answering the woman’s question. “She’s nobody.” I almost arched my eyebrow. From his friend to nobody? What’s next? I am is his shadow, and I’m just airing it to him?

It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…