روايات وقصص ضمن Kokushibo

he cries out in agony. I back up a little and crouch down in front of him. I rest my elbows on my thighs and let the gun hang in between my legs. "So you're going to sit there and tell me that some man named Bob approached you with some large sum of money to take my head so Bob could put it on his mantle for the world to see?" I ask, craning my head to the side. "Been there. Done that." "It's the truth," he sighs. "I don't know who it is. I never met him. We talked on the phone."

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Francesca did not flinch, she didn't even move. I cupped her face gently, thumb sketching the curve of her lips. She just stared. "I need to know what you are," I whispered. "How did you know all of this? This isn't something you're taught in karate training so don't give me that.” She opened her mouth as if to say something, then she shut it again. BOOM. An explosion rocked the estate. The ground shook and fire burst from the western wing. We fell back, blown backward by the blast. Smoke rose and screams rent the air.

As for Ren, in the same way Akio collects Shiba Inu plushies, Ren has a penchant for collecting as well, except his items of choice are KAWS figures. Akio has no idea why Nikolai’s brother likes them so much. They look kind of scary with X’s for eyes and oddly shaped bodies, but so be it. Akio has been able to find keychain-sized versions of the famous figurines, which he uses to decorate Ren’s tree. And finally, there’s his new friend, whose tree features book ornaments, including miniature bookstores.

"After destroying the 10 million Coll tea set, now you also want to destroy the armor that cost even twice as much as the tea set?" Jonea just looked down. She didn't know that her head would get stuck in the kabuto. "How about this? Please help me let it go," Jonea pleaded. "Well!" Ed shouted, clenching his fists. Ed tried to pull the Kabuto from Jonea's head, but the Kabuto was complicated to remove. Jonea screamed in pain because her ear got stuck and felt like it was about to be pulled out. "Fuck! This is not going to work," said Ed.

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t

Anger and hatred are everywhere on his face, but I was not a girl who refused a challenge or got scared easily. This is what I wanted after all. I took a few steps back. I took a defensive stance and made a withdrawal sign with my finger to approach me. Karish was running so hard that dust was flying under his feet at every step. And I rushed, I fell avoiding my hand to go forward and I pushed my shoulder against his torso and grasped with his feet. It was an unmistakable judo move, but it was quite difficult so I had to use more force than usual to knock it down. The moment he touched the ground a shot was heard. I was terrified that I had expended too much strength and that I might have br

-Rose is already spoiling you- he says pretending to be angry. -No way, not at all- I say and we both laugh. The dark-haired man looks at us a little bit surprised. -Oh, this is Jack, Jack, this is my niece Kara- he smiles and holds out his hand to me, I accept it. He's a little taller than me. Bob gives her some exercises and sends me to the treadmill. I spend twenty minutes running to warm up. Then he sends me out to do sit-ups, squats and push-ups. Some people stare at me but I ignore them.

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

Sweat stung her eyes as Nya swung the sword around, just in time to block Rok’s steel blade. The reverberation shook all the way up her arm, but she didn’t have time to let the ache distract her as Rok was bringing the sword around again, this time from the other direction. The tip of the blade almost caught her underneath the chin, but she managed to jump back, raising her arms and shoulders to make herself smaller in the middle. The blade flew up into the air, missing her, but it wasn’t headed away from her for long. Rok was relentless, swiveling around in a full circle and bringing his sword along, ready to cut her in the middle. She was wearing a metal chest plate, but most of her body w