Naruto Shippuden Sora Novels & Stories

He walked off to the bedroom, leaving her standing there with his release dripping down her thigh. Sora Robbins, twenty-eight years old, stared at her reflection in the hallway mirror. The woman looking back at her had beautiful dark hair, full lips, and soft, generous curves that men on the internet called “goddess-like.” But in her real life, those same curves were weapons used against her. She didn’t know how much longer she could survive this. --- The next morning at Blackwood Corporation, Sora tried to bury herself in work. As a senior assistant in the marketing department, she was good at her job — organized, quiet, and reliable. But today her mind kept drifting.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I blinked a few times and before I even knew it, I was back in the theatre room. "What you just experienced is the level four of this game. And only three of you stayed alive 'til the end. Congratulations, you have conquered level four of the Suicide Cup. A friendly reminder everyone, each one of us has that one person that could distract us from reality. And I hope you'll find that person before you decided to end your misery." the speaker went off after that and a silhouette appeared on the screen, it's probably the Domina. "Hello, my dear pupils..." it said using a voice changer. I wonder why she's hiding her identity.

He would just get up again and bother someone else. We both turned to leave, but then Sora stopped in her steps. Her gaze landed on a stack of folded cloths on a nearby shelf, and she walked toward it. She grabbed two of them and headed back to Kayden. “This won’t do,” she said. Sora wrapped one cloth around his eyes, tying it tight enough that he wouldn’t be able to see a thing. Then she made a ball out of the second one and forced his mouth open before pressing it inside.

Twilight POV Sora and I met up at a park. “I can’t get over how precious she is. What’s her name?” “Natsumi. She’s turning two in August.” “She's even more precious now. You better watch out because I might kidnap her one day.” She joked. “Short Stuff, funny running into you here.” Seriously, who else, that I know, will pop up? I have nothing against Hansuke, but still. “Speaking of, since when did you start babysitting?” He asked Sora.

And then— She pulls a ring from her finger. The magic shatters. Her face ripples like disturbed water. The features melt, distort— And reform. Not Elira. One of the females from Camille’s faction. A decoy. The chamber erupts into shouts. “It’s not her!” someone yells. Lina freezes just long enough for fury to blaze across her face. “Where is she?” she hisses. The female laughs through bloodied lips. “Your too late.” Lina knocks her unconscious. Behind me, chains are breaking.

"So, it's not a big deal that it broke." "It was showing us the way," Benjamin spat out heading back to the prop. "The way where?" "To the cabin where the evil Sorceress lives." "She lives in a cabin?" he said with a smirk on his face. "Yes… I know so cliché," I said shaking my head. Gerard snorted a bit. "I bet she'll have a large snake around her neck." I wanted to laugh, but I knew with a shiver that he could very well be right.

If Monica knew what Nanami was thinking right now, he would be very wronged and called it an injustice since Sorata's condition had nothing to do with Sakurasou. Sorata was obviously too excited when he thought that Tachibana Hina was waving her hand toward him during the entrance ceremony, even though the one that Tachibana Hina was waving was Monica. "If you don't hurry, you'll never get out of there." Nanami looked at Sorata with some distress, although she understood the reason why Sorata decided to move since she had known him for a long time, after all, this place was Sakurasou. "I mean you haven't found an owner for Hikari, and yet you took six more, right?

Said Sara giving Sekora a tight hug. “Mom, I’m not a weed, I’m a big flower. Said Sekora, crossing her arms. “Oh and which one is that?” asked Sara with a smile. “The Cherry Blossom flower.” Said Sekora returning the smile. “Alright honey, lets go or we will be late.” Said Sara, loading Sekora in the families Honda Civic and shutting door. “Can we listen to the Magical unicorns theme?” asked Sekora. “Once.” Sara replied. “Twice please!” pleaded Sekora holding up two fingers.

The Hunter in the alley was named Sora. Twenty-three, half-Japanese, trained at a private facility in Oslo that had zero oversight body affiliation, which was the first signal that the program she'd come through had been operating in a deliberate gap. Adrian brought her inside after the event. She was still suppressed — not distressed, just limited, which she clearly hated in the specific way that people who relied on their ability hated not having it. She sat at the table in the back office and looked at all of us with sharp eyes and said very little.