Novel & Cerita Yumi Koh

The Funeral CANNA EMPERIAL PALACE Yumi was seated in her husband's office, signing some papers, when a guard walked in. "My queen, there is a man named Kaal asking to be let in." The guard said, and Yumi paused in her tracks. She raised her gaze, her blue crystal eyes hidden under a thick pair of lashes. Her black hair was styled into a braided fishtail. "Let him in." Yumi said, putting down the feather pen on the desk. She placed both her gloved hands on her lap. She had a strict countenance, but her beauty couldn't be hidden.

Yumi's POV - 5ft, 11 inches tall, alloy-orange long hair held in a male bun, amazonite eyes, and a funny sweet smile. That’s Nyx; my ex and first love. He’s only two years older than I am and he’s been mated to someone else for the past two years, and I’m deeply overjoyed he’s going to be a dad. “You look more excited than I do.” Nyx smirks and proceeds to say, “So, how’s it like now that you’ve found your mate?” I stiffen to stillness and everyone laughs at me.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

Kealy said, dropping her head slightly, “Now I know I’m doing the right thing and will suffer the consequences.” “I can’t let you being me down as well,” a tall slender woman said, appearing a few feet away from Kealy, a large rune covered dagger in each hand. Rex recognised her as the woman who had gotten away from him while he was sparring with An’dy, “Yumi is it? What are you doing, and for who?” “Rex, please let me handle this,” Kealy said, looking at Rex for the first time since arriving, her eyes looking red rimmed and puffy, like she had been crying, which was a strange sight seeing how tough she had always seemed and acted around him.

Don't get mad at me just because you don't know how to manage your own schedule. Even though she's my senior she's pretty bad at managing her own time. Everything she does depends on her emotions. She's like a tempest this girl. That was my first impression of her and it was the only thing that remained consistent. But I'm not mad. Not many bastards are able to say they banged their girl crush. Koizumi Noriko. Widely known to the masses as the singer MIKO. A child actress that eventually went on to become a part of a girl group before eventually becoming a solo act. Music aside, I've always been more interested in her more so as a woman than a fan.

Yumi answered with a snort. My heart beat faster when I heard it, I didn't believe it right away but there was a part of my heart that believed it. I know Thyro is not cheating on me! And who's that girl named Nami? "How did you say that? And Sir Thyro is not like that," Hanna defended. Yumi sighed, her hair was long to her waist and curly black, I just noticed that their uniforms were different colors. "Because I heard some rustling and grunting inside Ma'am Nami's office, then it took some time for Sir Thyro to come out, so maybe they had sex there," Yumi answered weakly, even though she said it softly and I could hear it still.

The woman laughed with a wave of her hand and Caitlyn joined the short laughter. "One thousand and two hundred, ma'am," The cashier told her after calculating the items and packaging them. Caitlyn brought out her card and paid. "Seven bags, wow!" She mouthed to herself and followed it with a heavy exhale. "Good thing I'm here!" A familiar voice said behind her. Caitlyn quickly turned to see Martin looking insanely hot. He wore a white hoodie with matching colored pants. His hair wasn't gelled back and Caitlyn had no idea they were so full and curly!

Her cobalt blue eyes darted back at Jesse. He sighed with relief and reached for his phone. He tapped and unlocked it then handed it over to K. "Let's keep in touch." He mumbled, asking for her to type in her number. He then grabbed her phone and reached for the other pair of her earphones and perched it onto his left ear, curious what song she was listening to. L'Illusioniste by Keren Ann. It was a really beautiful French song. Jesse had it in his playlist, too.

"We heard you were working your first day today!" "We're all big fans of your Estagram!" "That coat is beautiful. Like, seriously beautiful." "Hello, Yuki!" There was Jim—tall, quiet, with round glasses and a shy smile. Kyo, whose hair was slicked back and who had the cocky confidence of someone who probably fronted a band on weekends. Hana, sweet and soft-spoken, who offered me matcha candy from a ceramic tin frog. And then there was Queen—or as her name tag proudly declared, Kween.

Lydia said. He turned instantly, a flash of relief crossing his face. “Lydia.” She stepped beside him and slid her hand into the crook of his arm. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to keep my Alpha waiting.” Nina’s smile faltered. “And you are?” “I’m Lydia,” she said sweetly. “Knox’s mate. His Luna. I think you’ve heard of me—or is something else the matter?” There was a pause—thick, uncomfortable silence as the word Luna settled into the space between them.