Shinichiro Sano Novels & Stories

A human-sized sphere-shaped magic power charged towards Madam Zoe. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOAH?!" To be continued... *** Hi guys this is my first English story. Mark if there is a word error, okay. Don't forget criticism and suggestions. Thank you n see you

The other girls up on the stage are still dancing, but almost everyone’s attention is on the group huddled in the middle of the floor. I threw back the third one and snorted. I half choked, half laughed knowing that Star probably has some poor sap eating out of her ass cheeks and selling his soul for some bump and grind. It would also explain why Randy was a little short with me on what’s going on on the floor. He’s made it obvious that he liked her with the little things he did for her. My body warmed slightly and I asked him for two more shots when a couple of girls leaned on the counter next to me. “Oh my Gods, can you believe how hot he is?" Sakura squealed. She was a big Naruto fan and

Mori greeted the man who was sitting. The man smiled, then looked at Akiko and Riko, who had straightened up. “Yes. Hmm… Do you both already know me or not?” The man asked kindly. Akiko shook her head, of course, but Riko nodded. “Oh… You don’t know me yet? I’m Ryusuke Sato. I’m currently serving as the CEO of Shingi Fusaya.” Akiko automatically bowed again, not expecting Sato to be the one running this company.

Is his simple reply. I raise my head to glare at me, but the height difference puts me at a great disadvantage. Santino is a very tall man, standing at 6'5. He pushes me away from him with a very disgusted look on his face like he touched the most filthy thing in his life. This is the most expression he has ever shown me. “ The next time you try something like that, I won't be so forgiving.”

The guy went inside the staff room to change clothes, leaving Sane alone with a few customers roaming around, searching for the things that they wanted. Sane’s attention was just fixed on the newspaper that he was holding in his hand. He let go of his bag on the counter before sitting on the nearest sofa, eyes still hadn’t left the newspaper. He wanted to know what the article was all about, and what the writer was referring to about Seleen being alive. He hoped that what he was thinking wasn’t the case. The author’s name was Patrick Soriano. That name didn’t ring in his mind so it made him even more curious.

I said, hanging up before staring at the email for a second, tapping the table twice before nodding. Let’s see what you’re up to, Domenico Mancini.

I am the key to their future. I look at them, feeling a mix of awe and fear. “What do you mean?” My voice shakes slightly, but I don’t care. The weight of their eyes on me, the gravity of their words, it’s all too much to bear. I need to understand. I need to know what’s expected of me. Scar’s eyes harden, her gaze full of unwavering determination. “You are the prophesied one, Samantha. Your path will shatter the chains that bind us—and free us all.”

But where could she have possibly gone? “I wish I could see your face again, my Sachi.” Uche wiped his foggy vision. This was his end and he was willing to embrace it. What pained him however was not ending Ejima’s life. He should have studied her moves, he should have known that the woman would never give up.