Sano Shinichiro Novels & Stories

“Please. I watched a korean film once and spent two hours trying to figure out if the goat symbolized love or death. Never again.” He snorted into his coffee. “And besides,” she went on, warming up, “Katniss Everdeen is an iconic icon. Bow, arrow, Total badass. I wanted to be her. I still want to be like her.” “You still kind of give off Katniss vibes,” Noah said, studying her over his cup. She blinked, surprised. “Really?” “Yeah. All prickly and emotionally repressed.” His smile widened. “It’s endearing.” “Wow,” she deadpanned. “I am so honored.”

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I had no idea what was drawn but on my… it was so hot. He wore a white T-shirt with its buttons stopped working right above his belly. He tucked in his shirt in neatly tailored suit pants. He had no belt on but it rested firmly around his waist. One of his hands was in his pocket, while the other was out, showcasing the expensive-looking rings he had around his fingers. He had other accessories like earrings, bracelets, and a necklace that had his name ‘KILHAN’ written boldly on it. His formal shoes were sparkling under the club lights. Without a doubt, he was a god.

“In the beginning, the middle, and the ending. Your world along with the other five are all, but His creation. My death is the start of the doom, as the half of Him is what protects the original, she. You who are the reflection and shard equivalent souls of all of them will have to take the game of chess and be my puns.” Crouching in pain as her brain is on the brim of breaking from the information and images that did not leave a single trace out as HE intended her to know every bit and every corner of everything. The Tarot Cards line up as the images of the prominent ones are presented and HE chanted their names from the original Shinzo Dimension. “Hideaki Jin,” HE names showing the guardia

Uncle Shinji compliment us she likes calling us boys,. "Ofcourse uncle we are good at acting innocent like we cant even hit a people act hahaha" Kenzo said with laugh the other kings laugh to yes we acted us a bait with innocents we know that one of our members is a spy so acting like we cant even kill was a success.

"He's showing me I don't even own my own house! He's waiting to see if the old man from Tokyo is too weak to clip his own nephew!" He pulled himself up with the cane and walked to the window, looking down at the neon grid of Nova City below. "Shinjiro is an arrogant piece of shit," Ichiro growled. "Forcing a street war before the supply chains are locked down. Risking everything because he's an impatient animal." "So what's the play?" Cleo asked, stepping up to the desk. "Clip the kid, Dominic walks right over our territory. Let it slide, you look soft to the rest of the families. Which poison do you want?"

she threatened, and he raised his hands in surrender. "They're always like this, don't worry," the guy on my left said, breaking the tension. I looked over and saw a guy with white hair, white eyebrows, almost pink eyes, and extremely pale skin. He had albinism, making him one of the rarest friends I had ever come across. Despite his unique appearance, he was undeniably attractive, with a well-defined jawline and a breathtaking smile. "I'm Kai," he introduced himself, extending his hand for me to shake. I took it, and he pulled me closer, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

Shiro replied. [Shiro, a medium heighted, tan skinned, short-hair, and slim build. He is an all-rounder class soldier, who is a close friend of Jin. Suddenly, a woman approached towards Jin and Shiro. She is also a medium heighted, pale skinned, long hair that has highlights in light purple, and dark brown eyes.] “Hey Shiro, I’ve brought you some steamed chicken! Oh! Who is he!?” “Nova, this is Jin, he is one of my friends who gives me his excess scrap materials for enhancing my equipment, and also yours.” Shiro replied.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.