Yuya Novels & Stories

(Silver haired cute girl) “Me?..I am Cassi Gust, Little Yggdrasil~…Nice to meet you too…what a peculiar ones you are, I feels like have heard that name before..well..now let’s us go and find that ladder..”.(Duchess Cassi Gust)

The sight of infiltrators being slaughtered daily by the mighty Alpha Ryu gave me nothing but goosebumps. “Don’t you think Alpha Ryu is the best in the world?” a thin voice let out. The sight of Sasha, a fellow maid, came to sight. “Alpha Ryu is just like the others, if you ask me. He’s cruel, ruthless, and definitely not the man any lady should be dealing with.” “I think he’s handsome, charming, and has a physique every lady would be dying to be underneath.” Sasha responded, her eyes concentrating on the ceiling as she daydreamed.

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R H Y K E R My eyes are drawn to the sunset laying down in the sky as I smoke my electronic cigarette, I fell on the couch with my arm supporting my head while closing my eyes shut in order to breathe in peace and silence outside of the hospital garden, with colourful flowers and fountain. My mind went to the woman who captivated me, taking me to her body. Just the thought of her wearing a white blouse, hair up for work, her glasses on to see well since she's far-sighted and those full pink lips begging me to destroy, branding them with my mouth. Fuck. She's lovely and didn't change after all, except her hair and the butterfly tattoo on the other side of her neck. The butterfly tattoo suited

She saw the dark circles under her eyes and noticed how thin Yuna was. Yuna is currently 12 years old, and she still looks much younger. There were only a few plants that could cause Yuna to remain looking younger. Sun recalled hearing about a flower that made women look younger. At first, they were enthralled with the mystical flower that could make older women look much younger than their age.

Margarette chuckled to herself. “You probably feel heavy as if someone is on your head? That’s because you’re blocking Yntreia’s psyche.” Finrod said. Ellaine looked at the baby whose golden eyes were on her. “Just open up your mind and hear her voice.” Ellaine did and surely, a little female voice whispered “It is nice that you have finally welcomed my psyche, Ellaine.” Yntreia smiled and Ellaine was so happy too. “Hello baby Yntreia!”

“You mean—Zaphyr?” Lucy nodded slowly. “He’s grown soft and sentimental. I’ve been patient for months, Crystal. But this? This is our moment. If we kill Zaphyr, I take control of White Snow. You get your full army, I make the Shadow Blood alliance permanent, and we march to crush the Star Raiders and Elena together.” The silence in the room stretched, thick and dangerous. I sat down slowly, heart pounding. “You’d kill your mate?” Lucy didn’t flinch. “He was never truly mine. Just a means to an end.”

Lyra I arrived at the Luna's house just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft golden hue across the hills. The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of pine and earth, Calista's favorite, I thought, as I walked up the gravel driveway. This is because I perceive this scent more than others here.

She didn’t know how long she had been asleep, but she felt well rested, so she figured it was time to get up and rejoin civilization. Yawning, she stretched her arms above her head. When she went to remove the covers from on top of her, she froze at the sight ov a small head of curly blond hair nestled on the pillow next to her. She scrunched her brows in confusion, pulling the covers down to get a good look at whoever was lying in the bed next to her. To her shock, it was a small female pup who looked to be about three or four years old. The baby girl was adorable, but Leah was very confused about who this pup was. “Uh, Ray?” She reached out to him through their mate link and he responded i

I skip further into the little book, slightly curious about the dates I've noticed this far until I reached a page that caught my eye. December 21, 1997. The ground is covered with snow, the tulips and rose buds I've come to love and treasure are no more, yet I don't feel lonely or cold. Someone lies ever so comfortable in her basket figetting about- right now only just smiled at me. Her skin is a creamy pale colour with burnt brown hair that dares to become red at the touch of light, her eyes sparkle with such a vibrant pink it's hard to never smile whenever I think of the child before me. I've named her Yuuki, because she was born at the time of snow. December 17, 1997.