Mashiro And Sorata Novels & Stories

Her face was cold, her gaze sharp and sinister, locked onto the woman hanging before her. Who else could it be but the long-missing Mireille? And if one looked closely, the person dangling from the beam was none other than Sora. Sora had never suffered such humiliation. She was terrified, furious, and hateful enough to want to rip Mireille to pieces. This woman—she was completely insane! ***

Mia slowly spoke as she blinked her eyes slowly. "I.." Mara wanted to explain but she heard someone scream from behind and she knew she had to make a run for it if she wanted to remain alive. She pushed Mia roughly as she ran off. Three hefty men in Black which were chasing Mara earlier didn't even notice Mia who was on the floor and rubbing her injured shoulder. At Lakshmi's house Lakshmi's POV "Please wait!!" I yelled as I ran after the lady with my phone in my hand. "Yes" she gently turned around the moment I got close enough to tap her gently on the back.

Everyone was surprised since they knew very well that unless someone had very huge fame, popularity, or achievement, it was impossible to get a recommendation from Suimei University of the Arts but unlike everyone, Sorata was disappointed when he heard that he wouldn't be able to meet Shiina at the school since they were from different departments and didn't care much about the recommendation. Sorata looked at Shiina and wondered why she didn't enter the general subjects. If so, then they might be able to meet each other every day. "Oh? Mashiron is going to enter the art department, then Mashiron will become my Kouhai (underclassmen)!" Misaki looked at Shiina with surprise. "So, Mashiro, if

Holding Marina and Hasan's two strands of hair in her hands, she looked with a sly look, turned on the device, and put the two hairs in. Before putting the two hairs in, Lina already had an answer, but she didn't want to believe what she thought, so she decided to do this experiment. At this time, the screen just showed the results, on the main screen was the past life of Marina and Hasan, in the previous life the two were a couple and lived together very happily. Seeing that, Lina got angry, she didn't want to accept this. While angry, suddenly a device placed in the glass cage attracted her. Closer to see the nameplate of the device:

The thick layer of mountain mud was gone, but the scars on her face were as red and angry as ever, and she still wore her leather armor like a second skin. "It’s the wolf in me, Sora," I said, smoothed down the front of my dress. It was a deep, velvet green, the color of the pine needles in the heart of the Blackwood forest. It was heavy, warm, and far too expensive for a woman who had spent the last month sleeping on stone floors. "Besides, Killian doesn't seem to mind the smell." Sora snorted, walking into the room with that silent, predatory grace that made the Ghost Pack so terrifying. She stopped in front of me, her good eye scanning my face. She reached out, her rough, calloused thumb

Even the bleachers were affected ----- That's when the wolves struck, staring recklessly at the young girls' skirts that had been lifted by the strong winds, and they really wanted to use even their claws if they could ----- The wind stops the clouds to disperse, a large martial arts field has been destroyed beyond recognition, and the center of the martial arts field lying in the middle of the celebrities and Sasuke who have already been deflated. "Another tie... that's not good enough! What do you say Sasuke?" "Yeah, but -------" Sasuke's speech was interrupted by the sound of light footsteps, and the two of them curiously turned in the direction of the sound, the person who came was weari

“—sora și umbră, soră și soră—” “—sora to kage, shimai to shimai—” “—acceptă-ne ca una.” “—watashi-tachi o hitotsu ni.” The mist exploded upward in a perfect column, spinning like a tornado made of moonlight. Both lockets rose from our hands, chains tangling mid-air. Silver and black garnet melted together in a heartbeat—fusing, reshaping, cooling into two identical lockets. Same Gothic Romanian filigree. Same Japanese kanji in the center: 森羅 – Morua – “to receive.”

Furious and disoriented Augustus ran to the house and Amy, after all he had many questions and something told him that Marcus would have the answers. Soraia went to her room, stunned with the words of that wolf, and the worst thing is that when she finally laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes the scene of herself looking at a reflection in a mirror with hair and eyes like hers, but it wasn't her reflection, it smiled at her. Soraia opened her eyes in a burst and brought her hands to her head as she felt tears rolling down her face and as she squeezed her eyes shut another girl appeared in a flash - this one a redhead with dark green eyes and they both hugged each other and giggled

"I'm so sorry, Victoria. They didn't make it. Shortly after you left a Soul Eater broken in and attacked them all. It was like a shark feeding frenzy. They didn't stand a chance." My heart shattered and I breathlessly pleaded with her to tell me she was joking. That this was some sick, sick joke she was playing. But the sorrow in her eyes told me exactly what I didn't want to hear. My knees gave out and I fell to the floor as the faces of every person in the building flashed through my head.