Monochrome Rumour Manga Novels & Stories

However, wealthy individuals had their massive share of them. Ryuu was not a bookworm. He could easily fall asleep on the first of a book, and this one was no exception. On the contrary, that was him when he lived comfortably near the small town of Wakayama. The thought of his carefree life gave rise to groan. He was already on the brink of having a breakdown. He needed to divert his attention on things that would help him leave the Hub. His slender fingers brushed through the smooth texture of the paper, the prints in the text would show that it was only a copy of the original, as it appears blurry. His thumb flipped the gutter and saw the book cover made up of buckram paper backed cloth, w

says Ayame and gets interrupted in the middle by Makimi- “Stop palpitating!! I’m running as fast as I can… HECK! I’M CARRYING NATSUKO WHILE I’M AT IT!!!” and they continue to run through the halls. Ayame drifts while running and takes a turn. Following her Makimi takes a turn too. They stop for a second and take a peek in the hall. Slimy tentacles come at full speed for them and they start running again. “This is exactly why I hate people who make such fanfics…”

Curious, I picked it and read the words written on the hard cover; ‘Lobo’ was the single word that was inscribed into the thick cover. I opened the first page and saw that it was written in foreign language. I glanced at Sir Nich, he was engrossed in whatever he was writing. I returned my attention to the hand-drawn, black ink pictures in the book. They were of some kind of beast. The beast that I saw looked like a giant wolf and the artist had put extra effort in drawing their deathly eyes. There were several writings on the page. ‘Only if I could understand this,’ I thought. The book had caught my interest. I was so indulged in the drawing of the creatures that I hadn’t noticed Sir Nich wa

*THUM. *THUM.* The same rhythm. Aurek cursed under his breath. No, he growled. No, no, no… The whisper slithered up again—clearer, closer, directed only at me: —*blood knows blood*— My vision flickered. Not black. Not white. Something else. Images flashed in my mind without warning— A woman screaming. Chains cutting into wrists. A white-hot circle. Hands forcing energy into a body about to break.

The pants cut nicely just before his ankles so with the grey loafers, his carefree sense is accentuated. Even the colour combi was carefully chosen: the white collar shirt represents the good; the black leather pants symbolises the bad. Grey… well, perhaps it means that there’s a fine line between his good and bad side. I love the cover. And I’m jealous of it. ‘.... Good evening, everyone.’ Rum’s voice came on. Swiftly, I reduced the volume to a level that only I can hear as the DJ laughed and commented, ‘That’s very polite of you Rum.’

Serve you right! (What?) White Ball saw in its peripheral vision the identity of the thrown object. A miniature of White Ball's favorite anime. The dazzling blue color outfit and the exquisite workmanship! Its expression turned dreadful. (Oh no! My Limited Edition figurine!) The system is flying at the speed of light and barely caught its priceless treasure while cursing Ryan in its mind. (Dante Masamune!!! Are you okay?!) {You are pitiful.} Ryan sneered. {What kind of system used his points to buy a stupid figurine, secretly?}

The tension became high and The hooded woman that was cornered was now trembling a little, how would she be able to take on these two, one was too huge even for her fists, what should she do, she was now thinking hard and quiet agitated. Renji who was behind her smirked, he was utterly grateful for the fact that mike was now present, he appeared at the right time, he thought as his deadly aura also skyrocketed… ____ Back on the fourth floor the unconscious Kazuma finally got himself, flickered his eyes wide open and drew his body slowly towards a pillar, and rested his back on it. "Did he pass out" he whispered and tried thinking but his head threaded and there was a heavy pouring of pain in

Adjusting Justus in his arms , Marcus glanced towards Rithambara only to find creases of tension on her forehead while her eyes were transfixed on something. "Your highness! I can see something bothering you? May I get to know what is it? " The pause was so heavy that Marcus felt that Ritha didn't hear the question and he was about to repeat when Ritha moved her heated gaze from the suspect towards Marcus and spoke with an identified determination, "Today, either truth would paint future's canvas or despicable red would be the only prominent colour " (Author's Note : here despicable red colour symbolises impure blood of the conspirators. Gosh! I was forever stuck on this line and kept pacing

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." I ran my fingers of the spine of each book and then I read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

She is truly a beautiful woman from her feet to her perfectly coifed blonde pixie haircut. Men fall over themselves for her beauty, but they fear the odd hue of blue muted purple of her eyes. “Do you have a problem with backup Aiden?" Mirasol asks as a swirl of smoke plays around her head. “Every job you’re on, you insist on going it alone. Even with a great girl like Camille backing you,” she says angrily.