Mishima Books Novels & Stories

I announced, walking up to meet him before he knocked. "Good day, Ms. Eva?" "That's me. Yes." He handed a letter to me, walking off. I unlocked my door, eyeing the letter skeptically. Once I entered inside, I tore off the envelope out of curiosity. Then I flipped the letter open. My breath hitched once I saw the familiar writing style. No. Anybody could write like him. Then I read the words And the name. "Always in my heart, Eva. See you!" Love, Jordan Cashmere. Your Beautiful Mishap.

Monica asked. The girl quickly nodded and looked at Shiro-san's book before choosing almost all the books on the special shelf. "This "Winter Rendezvous" is an amazing book! And this "Spring of Birth" is giving me a lot of memories of... " Monica, who was on her side, was wondering whether this girl told him to buy all Shiro-san's books which made him speechless, but he had to admit that this girl was very cute, especially those clear eyes that were full of excitement when she explained all the books which were written by Shiro-san.

she says, her lips were right apart, her gums and teeth showing. Mizuki thanked the old lady and took the piece of paper. Then she head towards the farthest shelf like the librarian instructed. There were tons of heavy thick books piled on the shelves. She does not even know where to start. With her eyes closed, she just picked whatever she could reach. Then she heads to a table, letting the books sit on it. So, the first book she opened happened to include the part when the two lands, Yami and Hikari, decided that the humans stay in Hikari while the Demons stay in Yami. It is said to keep the balance of nature.

Slowly lowering the book, she kept her thumb against the spine. “You look surprised,” she said, “Did you think my reading list was strictly limited to theological texts?” “I just didn’t think a nun would be tapped in on such material,” I admitted, leaning against the wooden railing. “Osamu Dazai was a suicidal individual and quite problematic. It’s a beautifully dark book, but heavy.”

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

Dropping a book from the shelves in another book, in a different world, but intertwine destiny, as the heroine and another shard soul of ‘hers’ took that defining sound of her every step and whispers. “DEATH REINCARNATE.” Misha’s voice echoes, as she took the book that had fallen from its shelves and into that dimly lit corner of the city’s grand library. With her puzzled mind, yet it wasn’t showed upon herself. She is ringing with thoughts and questions as to why a certain book in that particular genre is put into the section of religious one and the bible? Just how uncanny might a coincidence such as this occur? “Uncanny.”