Yuki Waifu Novels & Stories

"Not screwing them up too badly. Low bar." "Very achievable." "Exactly." March brought unexpected news—Yuki was engaged. "His name is David," she told us over coffee. "He's a teacher, incredibly boring, exactly what I need after all the drama." "Boring is underrated," I agreed. "Right? No criminal networks, no assassinations, just normal relationship problems like who does dishes." "When's the wedding?" "June. Small ceremony, just close family and friends. Will you be my maid of honor?"

Arram stretched out his right hand, expecting the flower to appear in his palm, but instead of the flower, the feather and pin that Martius gave him appeared. “Thanks for these. You can have them back.” He wanted to return it. Martius took only the pin. “You can keep Hopi.” “No, I-” Arram said and paused. He wanted to decline Martius's offer, thinking about how Hopi, the feather, frustrated him after it transformed into a bug during the journey to the Abyss, but recollecting how helpful it was, he accepted. “Okay, thanks. I will keep it.” He let out. He closed his palm, and the pin disappeared.

The old man shook his head, but the intensity of the yellow in his brown eyes was becoming darker, "And the last word for you before I take my actions. Don't ever come here again." "But papa" Ugo cleared her throat. She was fiddling with the bamboo in her hands now, hoping to find solace in their abode, "I really want to be a warrior. I hate cooking. I like wearing a sword the way you or Mazzi Maduka wears them. I want to be-" "Enough"

Inviting Jason and his mate Thalia in, I politely asked her to take a seat. Thalia's presence brought a sense of calm to the room. Her confidence and poise were evident as she began to speak, elucidating the complexities surrounding Amara's true nature. I listened intently, absorbing each detail she shared, and it became clear that Amara was no ordinary wolf. She was a hybrid, a remarkable fusion of wolf and witch, destined for greatness if unbound appropriately.

says Ayame and holds Akihiko by his collar. “Um… I thought you were gonna wait for 3 more minutes?” asks Yasuhiro hesitatingly. Ayame looks at him with a demonic face and says- “Well, let’s just say my patience has run out.” “It’s been seconds though…” “Special move: Slap flux!” she says while constantly slapping and whacking his face left and right getting him to wake up. He finally wakes up with a pufferfish like face and says with determination, “Whitsu wan! WI’m Wedy!”

She was slim, but her waist was small, and her hips were wide. "Brother, stop being weird. You are acting like you don't remember Akira," Yuki exclaimed, snapping me out of my daze. Shit. Was I now coming off as a weirdo?

He deeply sighed. Yuria has two personalities.

Felia hesitantly looked at Yukiya. "What is it?" Yukiya whispered with a small smile. "Um, what is that ball you carry? It's very pretty," she whispered, gesturing to the little red egg in her hand. Yukiya laughed out loud. "This? This is not a ball, rather an egg. See, my little child is growing in here," she gestured for her to come close.

She held a clipboard in her left arm and a pen in her right hand. “Yo, long time no see Layla.” Yuki greeted her with one hand up. “Ahh! Yukiki!!” The elf, Layla, jumped into a tight hug with Yuki. “Hahaha! Good to see you too. How’s business going?” Yuki pushed Layla away lightly and asked. “It’s been going well. What about you? What rank are you now?” “Still Seasoned. I haven’t been doing a lot lately.” “Oh~ That’s not so bad Yukiki. I’m sure you’ll rank up soon. Hm?” Layla noticed the two people that were behind Yuki. “Who are these two? Your new party?”

I cursed. “Mabel, Seer of the Deadly Fang pack and the first ever successful wereling created by Alpha Ryu.” Ryu succeeded in creating a wereling! Not only is he strong and blessed with flame harnessing from the atmosphere, he’s also smart enough to successfully create a wereling. That bastard! “So tell me, what would you do if you became the female Alpha?”