Hinata Shy Novels & Stories

I would have sniffed a map of the words of someone before me. "Stop playing around." I will admit. It was just the first time my heart was beating. I got goosebumps for no reason. Just one word from him, I think I can sew on my underwear because of fear. Kairi returned to her place. "Hi I'm Shinichi shirai." I find him cute. He wore harry potter glasses which added to his cuteness. Her black hair was falling out and bangs covered her groin eyes.

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.

How dare you call me a stupid bitch you ugly fool "she screamed" Whaaaaaaat !! Did she just slap me and ....wait did she just call me ugly Nobody has ever insulted me this way not even my mother has ever raised her hands on me and this bitch just slapped and insulted me '' i thought as i glared hard at her'' Who they hell does she think she is, doesn't she understand that i can destroy her with just a snap of my finger A wave of anger washed through me as i furiously pushed her to the ground She bruised her knee but i don't care i'm just so angry, i raised my hands to hit her but i saw tears roll down her chicks and i felt a pang in my heart

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.