Yumenikki Novels & Stories

Yumi was dressed in a black robe with a V-shaped neckline, revealing her fair skin. She was very petite, but some parts of her were very impressive. She easily evaded Charles and the others and entered the bamboo field. Her goal was to verify Wilbur's strength once again so she could adjust her plans. However, the moment she stepped into the bamboo field, several corpses suddenly crawled out of the ground and stumbled toward her. Yumi was startled as she quickly went through a few spells, shouting out, "Ninja Art, Fireball Technique."

I know Lucas is saying that thing for a reason. "Good." Lord Jimin answered. This person speaks sparingly! Is this the trend here? "Cayyyydddddeeeennnnn Appoooooooo!" We turned to the source of that voice and an old woman with an old man appeared before my eyes. They are both beautiful, neither is ugly. Cayden stood up and bowled. "Grandma Yuki," Cayden says hello here. Okaaayyy. He called her grandma. Is this related to Cayden? I thought Gen said, eh, they are not related to Cayden? What is this?

Wym pointed to me and gave me a surly look. “I don’t think I should tell him everything,” Cassius spoke roughly. “If you let us in…?” “Oh…please come on in..” Wym stepped back and opened the door wide and let us inside. “Where is Juliana?” Cassius asked and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket sitting on the table. “Would you like some tea?” Wym ignored his question and asked for tea. “Yes, thank you.” Cassius took a bite of his apple and looked at me. “Would you like some, Noelle?”

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

“It’s not fair; those creatures should have blood coming out of their pipes.” “And lastly… There are no rules!” three of them says in one go. “No, that’s not lastly,” Nabi pauses. “Lastly, be careful with Yumeko, she’ll put you in trouble just for the fun of it, she's a crazy psychopath that'll do any darn thing for fun.” “Just do whatever the hell, fucking dangerous thing you want. Yikes… Sugoi!” Yumeko supplies, grinning happily. Ignoring whatever Nabi said and the fact that she’s tagged as ‘Dangerous zone, keep out!’

I said to myself. Alpha Ryu stood before the pack in his red and black royal robe and a stringent smile that I had never seen before. I doubt the pack members have seen it too, as they also couldn’t believe it, washing their faces several times with water just to confirm. “I would like to thank my personal maid, as she was the one who washed these dishes. She has quite the guts to wash five hundred thousand, five hundred and fifty-four plates with not a single stain on them. She’s pretty much more excited about it than the rest of us”. He chuckled. “Show me what you’ve got, Samantha.”