Yuri's Novels & Stories

Hitomi Kirisawa had always been a fan of classical music, though her favourites were actually the piano pieces composed by the South Korean piano music composer, Yiruma. Yuri clenched her hands into fists by her sides, not showing any emotions outwardly. “How many people have you threatened or killed in order to attain that piece of information?” Yuri spoke blandly, betraying nothing in her voice at all. Kami ignored that snipe at him, and smiled a small and grim smile at Yuri. “It’s been a long time, Yuri-chan,” he said. “You’ve grown up.” Yuri’s right eye twitched visibly before she glared at Kami, her hands still clenched into fists by her sides. She gritted her teeth together with slight

Fury surged within me, my dragon yearning to free these hybrid humans who carried dragon blood. Yuri’s hand brushed against mine accidentally. Instantly, my dragon quieted down, the rage switch seemingly turned off. I pondered what had just transpired – how had Yuri managed to pacify my dragon so effortlessly? I pushed the thought aside as we reached the inn. “I'm going to meet Emily and Elena. I need to lift this curse,” Yuri said, displaying the vial of blood and hair she had obtained from Markus, who appeared to be her biological father. Mac looked puzzled, prompting Yuri to share her story with him while I slipped out of the room, my attention drawn to a sudden surge of aura in the pack.

“Enough.” But Devin kept his eyes on Koji. “She’s not a weapon. She’s a person.” Koji said quietly, “She’s both.” Yuri looked down at the key. Then at all of them. “I’m going to Room Zero,” she said. “Alone.” Sang-woo shook his head. “No way—” Devin stepped forward. “Yuri—” She raised her hand. “No. This is my past. My blood. If she’s alive, I’m not letting anyone else decide who she becomes.”

‘Yuri, you f*cking idiot! Yuri hurried forward after silently cursing at himself, not daring to utter another word. If Javier still had no other instructions for him after he entered his room, Yuri was going to leave him alone. After all, it would be better for him to be nearby if Javier had any instructions for him, rather than to be missing when there was something. Yuri had thought about these factors in detail. In fact, Javier could indeed make use of Yuri’s meticulousness. He took a look at Herschel, who was looking at Yuzuia’s women. “Do you want to relax?”

Yuri looked at me lustfully. I closed my eyes and nodded "mmhh y-yes" i shyly agreed. Fuck! Fuck! "Ahh! Aya-kun!" Yachi moaned when he put my thing into his own ass and started moving up and down. "Ahh i..can't" this is too much! My body feels weird. "Ah! Aya-kun!" He continued shouting my name until we both came. Yuri thrusted faster making my body shiver "ah no! I-it's..ahh!" Fuck I can't continue my words.

It was none other than Yuri. She was dressed in a gray school uniform of Kaiwei winter, with a pleated skirt. Her legs were long and straight, and her long hair was casually tied up on the back of her head. Her cold face was natural beauty, without any makeup embellishment. Standing there, she instantly overshadowed the nineteen girls dressed up delicately. Some people were born to be God's favored food, such as Yuri. 。 She won just by her beauty. "Wow!" Someone screamed when they saw Yuri.

Yuri’s hazel eyes, cold and calculating, darted to the guard closest to him, a burly thug named Marco, pants around his ankles, fucking Alexei’s mouth while high on meth. Marco’s belt, complete with a sheathed combat knife, lay discarded on the concrete floor, just out of reach. Yuri’s lips twitched into a smirk. Amateurs. “Hey, big guy,” Yuri rasped, his voice low and taunting, laced with the Russian accent he’d never shed. “You gonna cum again, or you just jerking off for show?” Marco snarled, distracted, thrusting harder into Alexei’s throat. Yuri seized the moment, his chained hands straining against the bolts.

“It’s barely been five days.” Confusion crashed over me and I stared at the way her manicured fingers curled possessively around his forearm, at the casual intimacy of her posture and my mouth opened, closed, opened again. “Kael, who is she?” I pressed, voice thinner than I intended. Before he could answer, she turned her head toward me, lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “Well, I’m Yuri,” she drawled. “Kael’s concubine.”

' "Ah..." Finally, Albert was the first to react. He looked dubiously at Yuri. "Honorable Goddess of Light, you must be joking. You killed Crescent Moon Principality Army's commander-in-chief, Eric, with just a single strike, and many people saw it. Who else can be so powerful?" Yuri's lovely face was solemn. "I'm not the Goddess of Light! My real name is Yuri, and my cultivation strength is completely different from the saint energy. Therefore, it may seem a little weird to all of you."

Despite her warrior status, Yuri’s appearance was unexpectedly casual. She wore an oversized shirt paired with baggy trousers that resembled a skirt at first glance. She had clear skin, and her bright smile made it impossible to tell that she was a warrior. Her overall demeanor was positive, so Rey was initially taken aback once the introduction was made. "Hello, um… I mean, greetings, Sir! I’m Yuri, as you already know. I assure you, I’m quite capable, so feel free to rely on me whenever you need!" Yuri greeted enthusiastically.