Obanai Novels & Stories

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

____ ____ "Because no one else can do it. Opening the prison isn't just waiting for five centuries, the person who opens it must be a really strong person. And..." "And?" Noah asked curiously. "And only a special person can open it without having to wait five centuries." Baba Farra Fanga II took a sip of his drink. Recalling past events made his emotions increase. "Who is that person Baba? The one who has imprisoned the Magic King, that very powerful person." Noah is really confused by all this. Why doesn't he know anything? "He's Beliast Aberdeen. A very powerful person, he's the first person to open the Dungeon's Shadow Prison or even the last person to be able to open it."

Still, this space has quite a calming and, I don't know the right word to describe it but it has quite a homey vibes and atmosphere around here, and what strange is that I like it even when it's quite opposite to my style or choice. "Here, you go," my thoughts got diverted by the waiter's voice, who had two handfuls of plates, placing them both in front of me. "Our best and all-time favorite by the best," "Isn't it too much for just me," I said, looking at the amount of food? "Nah, just have a bite, and who knows you, might want some more," "Anyways, what is this dish called?" "It's one of our originals, and a bestseller, if you're so interested why you don't talk to the maker and creating o

But Oba didn't answer. "I'm fine," I quickly answered, so that they wouldn't heat up her. "Are you sure, Jenn?" asked Glendy. "Yes." I replied. "Be good!" said Haressa to Oba. They went back to their table, but their eyes were still watching me. "Are you okay, Oba?" I asked her. Because I noticed that her hands seemed to be shaking. "I'm not okay, Jenn," she answered me. "Why?" ask her again.

Sakura-chan. -Sensei: Is used to refer to or address teachers, doctors, politicians, lawyers, and other authority figures. It is used to show respect to someone who has achieved a certain level of mastery in an art form or some other skill, and is also applied to novelists, poets, painters, and other artists. E.g. Tachibana-sensei. Family Member Words Oka: Mother. E.g. Oka-san or Oka-sama. Oba: Aunt or middle-aged lady. E.g. Oba-chan or Oba-san.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Anaya began, her voice sugary and loud. Anaya did most of the talking. She stood at the front with her note cards, voice bright and practiced, clicking through slides while Joseph stayed beside her, hands clasped behind his back. He barely spoke, just nodded at the right moments, eyes fixed somewhere above the class, like he was counting down the seconds instead of listening.

Kane looked down. A small fish swam lazily in the bowl. "...Stanley," he repeated. "He's been with me for a while," Mona said, crouching slightly, tapping the glass gently. "Say hi." Kane huffed a quiet laugh. "Hey, Stanley." Mona grinned. "See? He likes you already." Kane shook his head slightly, but there was something softer in his expression now. "Ready?" he asked. Mona stood, grabbing her bag.

I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Vane walked over to his desk and tapped a button on the holographic interface. A high-resolution medical file expanded in the air between us. It displayed genetic charts, brain activity scans, and infant growth records. At the top of the file, printed in clear red text, was a name: *Maya Vane.*