Female Tanjiro Novels & Stories

“Good luck with that.” “Well, that is too bad,” Mr. Tachibana said. “Because Sosuke-kun has just agreed to be one of my male models this afternoon. Of course, his sister, Akira-chan, is also one of the female models, as well as your sisters, Alaina and Tara.” At the mention of the last two, Darcy’s nostrils flared and his face hardened. Sebastian scowled and said, “That is enough, Mr. Tachibana. We’ve already told you—”

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

“What’s your name?” Tarzan said nothing. She giggled. “Okay, Mr. No-Name. I can give you one. How about Gojo?” Lena, still lost in the music, hadn’t noticed yet. She assumed the voice was just background noise from the other passengers. “Do you like it?” Sakura continued. “It’s super popular in Japan because of all the anime characters—” Tarzan simply closed his eyes again and leaned back, ignoring her completely. Her smile faltered awkwardly. She quickly scanned the faces of nearby passengers, hoping no one had seen the rejection. The three teenage girls opposite them struggled to hold in their laughter.

But now, with Jordyn and Dan’s forces joining ours, I felt a surge of renewed strength and hope. Tiffany's eyes blazed with fury while she saw her reinforcements being overwhelmed. Her gaze locked on me, her snarl growing fiercer. She lunged toward me, but Jordyn appeared beside her in a flash, grabbing her by the scruff and yanking her back. "You won’t touch her!" Jordyn hissed, a silver light radiating from her hands, searing Tiffany’s fur and forcing her back with a howl.

Luca looks up as I enter, waving me over with a smile, lifting his beer. ‘Well you look like shit,’ he teases and I glare at him. I feel like shit. ‘Well, it could be worse, I could look like you,’ I shoot back and pick up the beer that Tandy, the current barmaid passes me. I’ve known Tandy my whole life, she has long curling blonde hair and a face that always reminds me of a christmas elf. Wide eyes and roses cheeks. More importantly, a curvaceous body squeezed into tight jeans and simple vest a bit like Ava. I let my eyes roll over her as she lifts a brow, turning slowly so that I can see all of her. I wet my lips. That’s it, I just need a woman to get my lust under control.

Chance smiled. Toyota released Jezebel, and she fell on the ground, crying as blood kept pouring out of the finger. "Y'all are Bloody Sinners from now on, you're members of Sin-Nation" she said, facing the rest. They all turned their stares to Tiger who's still tied, and he smiled again. "Fine, but on one condition" he said, fixing his eyes on Toyota's fat hips. Toyota went closer, locking eyes with him. Somehow, she's seeing some specks of similarities between them. The look in their eyes are almost same.

The only thing missing is a DJ playing live music to make it feel like a tiny festival. Alexei comes strolling back with Anatoli and a short curvy girl with long hair dyed in a black to red balayage. “Hi! I am Tarja, it’s really nice to meet you all.” She says, shaking our hands enthusiastically. Anatoli introduces himself to Ximena and she sizes him up a bit, taking his rough exterior in.

She looks tomboy compared to women in general. "Hey Eren. My name is Miyuki. Pleased to meet you. I hope you feel comfortable here," said Miyuki with a smile. Miyuki's appearance was very different from Zoya's. Miyuki's hair was long, black and well-groomed. She wore bright red lipstick and polished her face with a thick powder. Miyuki looked much more feminine than Zoya. After shaking hands with the two women of different characters, Eren extended his hand to one of the men who were there.

Traditional wooden beams arched overhead, and low wooden tables with cushioned zabuton seats invited patrons to linger. Aiko Tanaka moved gracefully between the tables in her elegant uniform: a soft pink kimono-style blouse that hugged her petite frame, a crisp white apron tied neatly at her waist, and a pleated skirt that swayed just above her knees. At 24, she was the picture of demure Japanese beauty. Porcelain skin, long black hair pinned up with delicate kanzashi ornaments, and large, doe-like eyes that rarely met a customer’s gaze for long. Yet beneath that polished politeness burned something deeper.

– Then they hugged each other, while apparently that barrel next to them had no end, while everyone was apprehensive. Meanwhile in another part of there, Mathayus appeared who was walking with turquoise robes and a turban on his greenish head, who was a zombie. - Who do you know that Trigon 's other sister and another Tenebra woman are teaming up to conquer a dimension, you could team up to push them towards a contract and an alliance. - He said. - Could you introduce me to your sister Jezebel and open passages to talk to Tenebra? – Riyjin Tsuki questioned him, between glasses of drinks.