Samurai Pink Ranger Novels & Stories

So nothing could happen to me. Exhausted, I fell against the fountain and was glad that I wasn't alone. "Here," the samurai said, pulling one of his cloths from his face. Unfortunately, another covered his mouth. "Thank you," I mumbled, wiping the tears from my face. White spots remained on the fabric. Damn makeup. "It... it's totally dirty, sorry," I apologized to him, to which he laughed and said, "No problem, keep it." "

After greeting the two busy gamers, I sat down with Pink Ranger and kept her company. Though Gray would never reveal her best friends' secrets to me, she talked about them all the time. Which meant I was aware of the basics when it came to each one of them. Like I knew that Pink Ranger worked in Acanthis, an international shipping and logistics company based in our city. A successful business that her girlfriend (who was currently screaming childish profanities at our TV) was set to inherit in the future.

Being jealous of a being who can have total power over me…I wouldn’t be that stupid. “Not as much as you. I didn’t follow her like a puppy dog around the castle. You did. I can handle it. In the meantime, do everything in your power to stay away from her.” “I will. Trust me.” “Great, now say, fetch Max.” “Fetch Max,” I repeated. At this max zoomed out of my room and reappeared like no time had passed “Take this.” Max handed me a glittering purple vile. “What is it?” I asked.

It was like his second home. “Spill” Sakura said, popping her bubble gum. Fujirawa Sakura is a fair-skinned cutie who had a strange obsession with the colour pink. She has long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and an amazing figure. Her future ambition is to be a model which everyone thinks will be absolutely possible. She used to have a crush on me and we slept together once when we were both drunk. It’s something I’ll always regret. She wanted us to get together but I told her we could only be friends. Nothing more. Toshiro made a gesture for us to all move closer which we did. He then whispered, brown eyes twinkling; “I found out that Hina is two weeks pregnant and Ren is the father”

His Iru turns his head into a rhino head. “A rhino?!” Alfi said surprised. “Surprised already? Please don”t, since you are gonna die here!” The brat exclaimed ramming Alfi so hard that he gets hurled and fallen so hard. “Alfi!” Kartika exclaimed in worry running towards him followed by Herman. Alfi then stands up staggering resisting the pain. “That's right! I am a pink ranked member of Waku-Waku. Though pink is the lowest rank, don”t ever think you can defeat me that easily!” The brat exclaimed.

"Reckless, impulsive..." Sam rolled his eyes at the lot of them and went back to petting Dean hair. He smiled at his sister when Pink sat down beside him and looked in surprise when she offered up her jacket. His brow raised in question and he grabbed the garment with two fingers. "What am I supposed to do with this?" "Gee Sam, I don't know." Pink mimicked him and rolled her eyes. "Cover Dean face maybe so that he can sleep in peace without having anyone stare at him?"

“Cerina Samara Imperial. Her zodiac symbol is Cancer, the Crab. She has a great desire to feel loved and appreciated in every part of her life. This is needed so that she can develop a sense of security and identity. Her sense of home is very important to her feeling of safety and comfort. Stamina: 150, Mana: 20, Magical Energy: 70. Total Power level: 240. Special ability: Ranting and blabbering. Vital statistics– ” “That’s enough, Suzaine,” the one they referred to as Archmaster interrupted the woman whom he called Suzaine. As if she is analyzing and assessing my whole being. Wait, what? Special ability: Ranting and Blabbering? Who? Me? I was going to ask why he had such stats on me but I f

The projected Transmigration Bureau agents charge and scatter the Ravens attacking close to the ground. Kera either slashes them apart with her overgrown talons or bites them in half with her fangs. Ankou throws a barrage of acidic blood-balls just like a rapid pitching machine. And Yama Ranger, on his creepy steed Nightmare, blasts away with his two six-shooters, a lever-action carbine in his third hand and his portal-opening lasso in his fourth.

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.