Obanai X Tanjiro Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Oh come on. Fuck that Cindrella look and be Moana or Elsa. Urgh, these princess names! The Aurora I know would never miss a chance to show someone who the boss is. You seriously want Jessica to take over you?" "No." "Good. Because I am not just doing this for you. I don't want to miss the opportunity to dance with you, plus I get to make that Silver Hair jealous. He has always been on the lead, today I will be." He winks and I fold my arms over my chest. "What? Silver hair is a good name. It...umm...Gojo Satoru has silver hair! He is the strongest." I laugh. "You are seriously intending to bring anime in here?" Alex knows that I am currently being a fan of anime and since I started watching

“Then behave like an elder he sneered, so far all we’ve seen is a god play tantrum.’’ Shango literally fumed smoke like an expert hemp smoker as he glared at Obiora, the latter to his credit stubbornly held his gaze. “Are you gonna smite him or turn him to food? I’m hungry.’’ Babybaby piped in, Shango laughed putting an end to the tense moment. “What would you like to eat little one.’’ They all let out the breaths they didn’t realize they were holding, Omotola saw a trickle of sweat ran down Obiora’s brow; like them, he was scared stiff but he still stood up for her. She rose on her toes to wipe it off his forehead smiling gratefully up at him in thanks; he simply shrugged like it was nothin

The title Mashirotzu was given to him because of this and the silver hair, typical of the Sanada clan. "Excuse me, Jaishu Momoshi. Can you please tell us about how all the clans chose their pact beasts too? And also, why some people from the noble clans are riders and some aren't?" A skinny boy with blue hair asked from a crowd of students who were listening to the learned man with fixed attention. Some of the other students protested the interruption by murmuring and staring at the skinny blue haired boy. "Well, that'll be a lesson for another time, but before then, you should see what you can find out about the topic, Jian," Momoshi replied.

Hiro “Already told you I don’t fix shite,” Sai snaps against Ayame’s pain. Her vulnerability. “You want a shoulder to cry on, call Farm Boy. Breaking things is my only point and purpose,” Sai slams back into the chair, shoving the bread pudding in his mouth before the leash he’s keeping on himself snaps.

The vicious, rapid-fire hostility between them is expected, but the knot of tension in my gut refuses to uncoil. I want to protect him from her harsh words, even if I can clearly see his eyes are glittering with joy at the exchange. Oba and Tariq come jogging down the metal stairs at the back of the room and Oliver stops glaring at Chana to stare at them with interest. Oba is thickly muscled and about the same height as Oliver. His glossy brown skin glows under the lights, and a wide, genuinely friendly smile breaks across his face as he looks at Oliver, displaying his ridiculously white teeth.