Hantu Wanita Jepang Novels & Stories

“Don’t you dare spout more nonsense, you bastard!” An internet-famous woman could not hold her feelings back. “Mr. Cullen belongs to the Hunt family! “Everyone in the Desert Province has no choice but to pay him respect, no matter their side! “Even us Islanders would have to do the same! “And yet, you’re here demanding him to kneel?! “Are you insane?!” The woman was well-known for her adult films. After going viral, she was chosen by the Shinto Way to become one of the members of the visiting group.

Daisy recalled her period of time in Japan. If she wasn’t too haunted by the death of a girl student who lived in the same house with her colleague called Hana. She wouldn’t have gone to the bar, wouldn’t have gotten drunk and all of the bad problems didn’t happen. Having sex with a strange, unknown man.

With his mother occupied with the zombie corpse, the little boy wondered if he could help his mother by stabbing the man while he was distracted with fending off his mother. "Perrrrfect." A woman's voice emanated out of the shadows. "Nine-tailed foxes," She said. It showed she was clueless about the creatures she was spying on. "And three of you at that." Whoever the speaker was, they seemed to be pleased with themselves, Satake noted.

No woman must ever initiate the act of surrender, nor appear to take pleasure from it. Only whores thrilled to the touch of a man, and if a husband needed to rut with a moaning beast, it was his right, to keep a mistress at his discretion. Fallon hoped that Warren would keep a harem of mistresses at his disposal, to spare her the torture of his sweaty body atop of hers.

The men from the Hanaki family looked at the door in union and saw a very beautiful woman standing in front of the door. Her figure was curvaceous, but her pretty face was frosty and murderous. She was Yagyuu Yukime! "How dare a woman show disrespect to our Hanaki family? I'll show you how strong the men of our Hanaki family are."

The girl’s name was Yuri Kirisawa, now Phantom XIII of the Hati elites. In Shinjuku, located in the Tokyo district of Japan, was the headquarters of Hati. The headquarters looked like any normal place of work – looking almost like an ordinary office building. But the members of Hati, as well as the top government officials of Japan who knew about Hati’s existence knew better; things are not always as they seemed.

HINATA “What drink would you like to take, ma'am?” “I’ll have a glass of water for now, please,” she said. The lady nodded and quickly departed, leaving Angela alone with her thoughts once more. Angela couldn't help but admire the waitress, she had a very impressive body that's rare in Japan due to their beauty standards and also gorgeous too. Her thoughts went back to her worries concerning her date. She waited impatiently for her date, glancing at the door every few minutes. Her nerves were growing with each passing second and her heart pounding.

Jane pauses from pacing around, then continues talking, “Every single penis-gendered creature in this prison would do anything to win points from him to get on his good side. If you become the fish… they’ll do everything to hunt you down.” I raise my shoulder and let it fall, “They are already hunting me down.” “Yep! Now imagine if you get on his bad side and make things even worse.” She pauses for a while, inhale sharply and then continues, “The third person is Hana, the queen of prison. She’s half American and half Korean. In 2014, she walked into a crowd and started a bloodshed no one could stop. All by herself, she killed two hundred people in minutes. She didn’t use big machines or loud

He made a hushing sound. "Shh. I found her." He then pointed to the dark hallway where I felt the coldness was emitting from. I squinted my eyes and tried to see what was in the dark. There was a huge shadow in the end of the hallway. Focusing and squinting my eyes, it was an old woman sitting on a rocking chair. She was wearing a Japanese kimono known as 'yukata'. She was very old fashioned. The chair she was sitting at had one of its legs broken. But the old woman doesn't care. She continued sitting while weaving cloth in her lap. She was humming a sound. A very soft humming.

It was the voice of the woman that had captured her two years back when she had followed the basket to this island. “Nwanyoo (Easy),” Ejima muffled and turned her attention to the woman. She towered some feet away, with braided hair that dangles on her sides. It was impossible to see her eyes, but Ejima could see the muscle drooping on her shoulders like a watermelon. Save for the fact that women hardly wear weapons, Ejima has never seen a woman with such height and power. Her status could send even the bravest man on their knees.