Novelas y relatos de Shigaraki Pictures

Iori looked to the left to see a huge Sakura tree to the side the wind blowing around it and shaking of the pink petals around them like a scene out of a picture, “It’s beautiful…” Iori said stopping to admire the magnificient tree. “What is?” Shun asked, “The Sakura… It’s been a while since I’ve been in Japan during spring…” “Has it? When was the last time you went flower viewing?” “I think the last time had been back in middle school when I was back here for spring break…” “You went with Haruki and the others?” Shun asked “No, I was in the mountain for my training back then… I went with Akagi-sama.”

Two fingers together under her nose and her eyes just looking past Kenji. “No we didn’t” Sachi replied reluctantly. Kenji smirked. “There was no need to do that. The guy is Takashi Fujiwara and he has no relationship with any other gang and the girl is…… “Then where has he been all this while?” Kenji asked. “That is a good question Sachi” Megumi said looking up at her. “And the girl? What’s her name?” “Geiru” Sachi replied. “Yeah. Did you run a background check on her?” Megumi asked.

making Nishi nod her head in response. “Oh, I do wait for a second” Nishi removes the phone out of her front pocket with was cracked from the coner along with the scratches over the screen. Unlocking her phone as she clicks over the picture albums scrolling through them one after the other as fast as she could. With the faint blush over her cheeks which were more filled with the animated pictures of boy x boys on her phone. Some were sketches some were digital art. Some were the one 18+ art on her phone shaking her head as she scrolls down more further and further.

- Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Ren Shibasaki didn’t turn around from his position before the gravestone of Tatsuya Fujiyama even when the sound of light crunch of gravel beneath shoes reached his ears. He merely stood there, eyeing the words engraved in the gravestone, with his hands stuffed in his pockets even when he knew Yuri and Tohya were both standing behind him. It was when Yuri sighed when he finally turned around. “I hope that we aren’t intruding,” she said apologetically.

Sakura couldn’t help but ask, arranging the seafood properly on the platter so they wouldn’t fall when she carried them out. Ms. Ruka giggled and then said, “If we have time, I will certainly suggest to Tachibana-sensei to do an extra photo shoot. There are some scenes I think Tachibana-sensei would definitely approve, though they wouldn’t be suitable for the magazine.” Akira raised a brow and said, “I can already guess what they are.” Jane, curious, asked Akira, “What are they?” Akira, being rather blunt, said, “Guys doing hot and naughty things together. In Japan, it’s call Yaoi. It’s Ms. Ruka’s favorite form of literature.” She even winked.

Shakira’s speech was cut when Akatsuki interrupted. "Maybe your errand is important, bro, just text me when you are really free," Akatsuki said as he was about to turn away. "Papa is busy? Tell him he can go ahead, he knows that I am also waiting for news about the cousins," Shuji said to his secretary. Shuji made a signal to his secretary, Akatsuki noticed it and Shakira nodded. "I don’t see Leatrice in your company, where does she work?" Akatsuki asked when they got into the car.

" he asked himself "Who is Hidemoto Yami" he asked again, as he look out the Picture of his mother from the book and stared at it. It was indeed I drawn by hand; very good hands. One could see enough detail to recognize the woman in the picture unmistakenly. But that didn't seem to be enough for shiro. He was wanted more than just that, he wanted something more real something he could hug, speak to, and talk about his problems with. But he couldn't get it.

"Good night Itsumi." "Have a splendid night rest dear." "You too," she replied them and dashed upstairs. **** ~Akamine's Residence~ Yuki Akamine sat in front of her laptop screen as she surfed the net. She stopped what she was doing and picked up her phone. Her fingers found their way to the gallery icon and scrolled through the pictures. There were tons of pictures in her cell. Most of them were pictures of Sasuke and Sakiko. Her eyes darkened as she gazed at one particular picture. It was a picture of Sasuke and Sakiko in class. He looked at her with a pleading expression while she glared at him.

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

What did I do to the person to deserve this kind of thing? I stood up and angrily snagged the white sheet off the board and what greeted my eyes were not what I was expecting at all. What the... Pinned on the board were pictures of me, Toshiro, Haruto, Sakura and Yua. Some as a group and some individually. The most shocking thing was the fact that the pictures must have been taken months before we resumed school for the last term. There were pictures of us at the park, during a carnival, eating at our favourite restaurant, playing basketball, at parties, the malls, by a mermaid shaped fountain, at the beach, the cinema, just walking on the street, and so many more.