Foto Shinichi Dan Ran Novels & Stories

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Zayn was at Rina’s first run on set, at one corner of the stage, watching closely as Rina acted a scene for the third time. For some reason, the director had decided to start with the middle of the script, running it up to the beginning, and then down tlo the end. It opened with the scene where Zico and Rina found that they were in love with each other, finally giving their love a chance, much to the hatred of Mandy, who was now the second female lead.

"Hello there, Shun. We have been waiting for you..." A frown marred the young man's face as he looked at the people in the room and Haruki knew the moment his eyes landed on Iori. Because the guy's eyes widened and he stepped back as if trying to run away, only to be stopped by two police officers who were standing behind him. "Not so fast... Shun" Rina said with a predator's grin on her face.

He exclaimed. “Shut up nerd!” Dan replied. “Actually, I have one.” Shino butted in; he was the youngest who was only 12 years old and currently on 6th grade of elementary. His brothers looked bombshell after hearing it from their little brother. “Y-your kidding me Shin? Right?” June asked with doubts in his eyes. “No. Of course I’m not.” He showed their pictures on the phone, a girl who looked older that him, kissing him on the lips.

Nikolai took my hand across the table. “You know, Niko and I have faced more life threatening situations back in Japan. Remember that time we survived an assassination attempt? I got shot, look, I still have the scar.” Riena said and pulled the arm of her dress down a little to reveal a round scar just above her breast. “I also have one on my chest.” Lev laughed. “Three more on my leg, I am surprised I can still walk.”

I thought it wouldn't matter. My stomach dropped. It made me sick that someone had tried to get their claws into this nice man. Yes, he had done the wrong thing. But I honestly believed he would have punished himself with guilt. "Shashin?" Photographs? Takeshi nodded, his face pale. "Hai. Hoteru no heya de. Watashi wa shiranakatta... kamera ga atta koto wo." Yes. In a hotel room. I didn't know... there was a camera.

An older man snickered as Collin hurried to catch up with me. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. And I mean, it’s true.” Collin shrugged, half-heartedly apologizing. I rolled my eyes more focused on what was ahead of me as I yanked him out of sight. “Whoa…” Collin exclaimed as I put my hand over his mouth. “Shh.” I whispered, peering around the corner. Mr. Shiraishi looks like shit. Like worse than yesterday. I’m actually pretty sure he’s wearing the same thing too.

Darius smiled, kissing her cheek. She sniffled and moved to the next picture. It was Yūri with another woman and man. “That must be Mayu and Hachiro.” I commented. “Who’s the guy?” Riko asked, moving to the next picture. A red-haired guy was smiling, holding up a beer with his arm slung across Hibiki’s shoulders.

- Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Ren Shibasaki didn’t turn around from his position before the gravestone of Tatsuya Fujiyama even when the sound of light crunch of gravel beneath shoes reached his ears. He merely stood there, eyeing the words engraved in the gravestone, with his hands stuffed in his pockets even when he knew Yuri and Tohya were both standing behind him. It was when Yuri sighed when he finally turned around. “I hope that we aren’t intruding,” she said apologetically.

This year's match-up promised to be the most intense yet – Shirashi, the village's reigning champion, against Aika, a mysterious newcomer with a reputation for being as ruthless as she was beautiful. Shirashi stood confidently in the center of the arena, her long black hair swaying in the breeze. Her husband, the Narrator, watched from the sidelines, a mix of pride and worry etched on his face. He knew his wife was a formidable fighter, but there was something about Aika that made him uneasy.