Shikamaru Novels & Stories

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

Doria, Nikolas's lover, was the only one who seemed to be struggling to hide her dislike for me. In the room, it was like I didn't exist anymore to Nikolas. His undiluted attention was focused on his mother. So were most of his cutting remarks. If I didn't know better. I would never believe the duo were a mother and son. I knew Nikolas was rather infamous for his ruthlessness in business world. Not to mention that my sister had suffered from that foul attitude, but I believed it was nothing compared to his nastiness towards his mother. I would have actually felt some semblance of pity for Lilika Sica if the woman wasn't such a spitfire herself. She had the perfect clap back for every of Niko

once again Nishi almost rolls her eyes back of her then squeezes her eyes shut pressing her forehead with the tip of her finger. “Please try to recall it? It would be good and will help to find your friend faster.” officer Yamaga said “Oh I remember its Ryuu, Yuki Ryuu senpai” ** “Yuki Ryuu” Takeshi glares at the blond-haired tied in front of him with the tattoo all over his arms along with the one which is upon his chest. “Good name you got there I didnt know you were some rich fund kid, or I would have killed you right at the spot. Rather than going through all this process from kidnapping you that night and bringing you here” Takeshi rolls his eyes cracking his knuckles one after the othe

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

The head of the Sunland Martial Arts Association, Okajima, looked grim. His beady eyes darted around, and he fidgeted uncomfortably in his suit as if it were covered in thorns. The phone in his hand was heated up like a hot potato and nearly out of battery.

The rest of the Flame Maid Corps had the same ideas as him, so they would disappear one by one. He is Chiyue, the father of hackers, and has the best camouflage skills. If he wants to, nobody in the world can find him. This is true of everyone in the regiment. Swallow! The car was parked, Chiyue took his cell phone and got out of the car, and saw Dr. Luo, standing outside the new laboratory. Akatsuki has always been remotely manipulated and has not seen any blood, but only one person has a white ribbon on his wrist.

Ramji muttered, creasing his brows, giving an 'I don't understand look' towards the figure he was facing dumbstruck. He stood there expecting a brief explanation but that never came, he was now rendered speechless and was thinking of excusing himself from this chilly gaze he was receiving from the eyes that were by his front. But also the one behind him which he didn't notice because his back was facing her. Konohamaru was in awe, all he was thinking was that his aura was what caused the kid to freeze, not knowing that there was a deeper explanation that might take a full whole day to explain.

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

“Are you sure I can just call you by your name?” Akiro was surprised to know the guy was just twenty-years old. That just means he will stop aging from now on. And it means Akiro finally has someone his age that he can talk to! A friend... perhaps? “Yes! Please just call me Akiro,” he responded, smiling. “What’s your name?” “Oh! Right. Uh... I’m Shiro,” the guy— Shiro— shyly introduced himself. “I’m the cooks’ only son. I’ve been helping them here in the castle for most of my life.”

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”