Yuri Chinen Novels & Stories

Yuri, dressed in a robe, slowly stepped out of the car in the middle with crossed arms. “Yuri Musashi?!” Everyone froze after seeing Yuri’s face. Even Kairi frowned. Cameron, who was showing off just before, looked on with twitching eyes. Naturally, he knew just how impressive Yuri was. “What? Can’t wait to die after you just got away?” Harvey taunted. He grinned, as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Are you done with whatever you need to do? “Where did you pick your burial spot? I’ll take a look at it for you! Free of charge!

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

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?”

She tensed, trying to push me away; however, taking both her hands in mine, I held them above her head before pushing my cock’s head inside her, her back arching as she stretched to fit me. “Now, malyshka, be a good girl and submit, I promise that you’ll enjoy it…” I whispered, pushing inside her, ripping her hymen as she cried out in pain. Leaning down to her ear, kissing it gently, I whispered “at least, I will”

I turned around and Channing was standing there with hurt in her eyes. "Yes. Her mate is Richard Brickenden." "You mean John R. E. Brickenden?" She asked, tilting her head with confusion. "What's the R and the E for?" Was his name really not Richard Brickenden? "Richard Earkenhait. We had a run in with him back when I was just a kid." So she didn't lie about her mate, but she never told us what her mate did. She was hiding something. "Do you know what she's the Founder of?"

“ This is my wife, “ Nikolai said and I shook the man’s hand. I didn’t bother to outstretch my arm towards his wife because I already knew she wouldn’t take it. “ She is very beautiful, Nikolai. You outdid yourself. “ He said and his wife scoffed. The man ignored her but I saw how his jaw ticked. He didn’t like it. “ Careful there, old man. I might think that you want her. “ Nikolai said with a warning but made it seem like a joke. Both men laughed but I knew better. There was a silent conversation between them. “ What is your name, dear? “ He asked. I plastered on a smile and fixed my posture to look confident and unfazed by him. “ Brianna Lucchese Trentino, “ I answered, pleasing Nikolai.

He exerted immense effort to reach this point. Unsure of Gena’s desires, he suspected her confusion and rebellion. Her mindset mirrored that of a child seeking undefined fun, oblivious to its nature or consequences. Yuri found it challenging to enjoy her presence, but he derived pleasure from pushing her to the point of fear. He loved hearing her pain, but to hear her beg for more, as if he gave her the greatest pleasure. Yuri remained uncertain whether it aroused him or repulsed him, the most intense reaction he had ever experienced.

Yuri’s fingers traced absent patterns on Akari’s arm, her heart still buzzing from the confessions they’d shared under the moonlight. Akari stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet Yuri’s. A sleepy smile curved her lips. “Morning, Chan,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. “You’re staring again.” Yuri blushed but didn’t look away. “Can’t help it,” she admitted, her voice soft. “You’re here, it’s real.” Akari’s smile widened, and she leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Yuri’s forehead. “Very real,” she said, her tone teasing but warm. “Now, about those pancakes I promised.”