Shijima Mei Novels & Stories

But ,if we smash into pieces ,we can able to taste the juicy taste of jackfruit. Shizuka is same to that !!! Though, she was adamant and aggresive .She is completely an easygoing , character.Which is perfectly known only to her grandpa and Mom. How much day's,will she pretend like,as if she don't care about anyone.Nor their words. She is a human,right ??? Even,she too has emotions !!! Not , everyone are good at holding it !!! Instead , she holded . That's because , of the respect which she Holded on the family.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

"I don't get it... isn't that a good thing?" We could've been together the whole day. She clawed my back with her fingernails, pulling at my shirt. "That's not..." But I'm not complaining. "What is it? What happened for you to throw such a fit?" I'm honestly surprised at how long this has lasted. I mean... "It's NOT a fit! SHE was selected to do it instead!" She. Ah, Shinohara Tamami. Widely known as Hami. She seems to be doing well for herself compared to middle school.

she said. “we’ll see darling” Roman replied, ruffling her hair. The couple stood together r as the ship finally came to harbour, Camila gasped at the huge banner that said Welcome Mr and Mrs Romero. She kissed Roman before running out of the ship and unto the sand. The island was huge from what she could see. Roman soon came and stood beside her, her put his arm around her shoulder and grinned. “welcome to the Romero Islands”.

The owner of the gaze eventually left the area and headed towards the upper flows. ******* Shirona Yui was an average looking, bespectacled woman that works in the Human Resources section of the Sanming Gaming Studio. Although she wasn't very popular in the gaming studio with other employees, Shirona Yui was quite good at her job so her being made the head of the HR section was a smart move on the part of the gaming studio.

Why did it feel like I was just a burden to them—to Shimma? I wasn’t a burden. I just wanted to be close to Shimma—to feel her warmth beside me. --- **SHIMMA’S POV** We arrived at the park, which Mattias decided to rent privately for me. I spread out the picnic mat while Mattias and Lucas arranged the fruits, juice, cookies, ice cream, and chocolate cake, along with candies and sweets. I sat close to Mattias, wrapping my hand around him while he did the same. “I love you so much, baby, and I can’t wait to be your wife,” I said, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. He smiled, pulling me closer and hugging me tighter.

Miss Park would definitely get what she deserves. Shima Haruto is my best friend. He's tall and handsome, with light brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes. He's a basketball player and a hardcore Kpop fan. His dream is to join a kpop band as a rapper. We've been friends since we were toddlers. I trust him with life and vice versa. He's the only one who understands the pain I'm going through. Every second of every single day.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

His gaze briefly paused on her exquisite facial features before saying, "You're one of the elites from the Shinto Way challenging the Martial Arts Alliance, aren't you?" "You have good eyes. No wonder you're so bold," the woman scoffed. "I'm one of the Three Primary Disciples of Shinto Way, Mitsuki Fujiwara. I have defeated half of the so-called prodigies from your country's Martial Arts Alliance. I was going to defeat a few more, but your challenge has ruined my plans."

At that moment, his suspended heart was finally softened. "Can you come to Japan? I want to thank you in person. This trip to Europe is too dangerous for you. You have done too much for me. I think it's just a thank you on the phone. I can't express my gratitude at all," Miyamoto Meihe said cautiously. "Shall we go to Japan?" Yang Xiao thought for a moment and was about to refuse. Unexpectedly, Miyamoto Meihe said mysteriously, "Yang Xiao, do you remember Martial Emperor Spring?"