Shinji Chair Novels & Stories

She placed her two hands on the desk and hopped on it before she adjusted herself to a sitting position. "Yes sir". Shina responds with a smirk. Marcus stood up from the chair, he strode to a wardrobe at the wall of his office and opened it. Shina watched him from behind with wandering eyes as she waited impatiently for him to come and satisfy her.

Yahiko sneered before he said, “Don’t forget, the Takahashi family also has several top ninjas protecting them. Japanese ninjas are all so powerful. I think that Charlie could never be their opponent!” Hiroshi reminded him, “Chairman, even the top ninjas that we worship might not be able to defeat dozens of Eikichi’s personal bodyguards so easily, right? Even if the ninjas could defeat these bodyguards, I am afraid that it will be a terrible victory. However, Charlie simply crushed the other party so easily…”

Charles and Desi said sounding at the same time answering at the same time. "Then Misaki replaces Santos' position and Leo replaces Juan's position" said the Tesla Chairman to Misaki and Leo. "Ready, thank you chairman" said Misaki and Leo who also sounded simultaneously answered at the same time. "From now on I leave the security of Zeon to the four of you. If there is something don't hesitate to ask me" said the Tesla Chairman to the four of them. "Okay Chairman, thank you for your guidance" The four of them said at the same time.

"Don't think I don't see the look in your eyes when you see this specimen of manhood in front of you." I roll my eyes. He's right, but I'll never let him know that. "You're a specimen of something, that's for sure." "Get your sweet little ass on that chair," he says, more teasing than demanding. "My ass is hardly little anymore," I note. "What is this thing?" It's not a regular chair and certainly not a recliner, not with its elongated s-shape and narrow width. "It's a sex chair." Dorian grins at me like he's inordinately pleased with himself.

Some of them had even forgotten that she was younger than them. Much like the lobby, the floor was made of white marble and the walls were a soft shade of red. The chairs around the table were black with 'MS' in a red accent. The team was sitting around the large white table in the center of the room. There were thirteen seats — six on either side with one chair at the head of the table. This chair was red with black details and it was clearly reserved for the boss herself. "Where's Raiden?" Ariana looked around the room for her one of her best friend's since childhood and the man who had nagged her to reopen her company.

The bigger the chair, the higher the status of the team member. Isabella's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. She saw five large chairs, each with a tag on the seat. The smallest chair belonged to a young man in his twenties, with a tag that read "Jeff". The fourth chair was occupied by a stunning girl with long blonde hair and beautiful eyes, her tag reading "Stephene". The third chair was taken by a gay man with a large stature, almost like a giant, his tag reading "Claus". The second chair was occupied by a girl with a big snake tattoo on her body, dyed pink hair, and green eyes. Isabella immediately recognized her as the girl who had interrupted her and Collins' intense mo

Cain's hand closed over my wrist before I touched it. "Wait," he said. I looked at him. "The other chair holds a part of the eight-hundred-year woman," he said. "Kept alive across centuries to be a living continuity. If this chair is built the same way, sitting in it is not a small gesture. We do not know what it does or who it is meant for. I am not willing to let you find out by simply trying it." I looked at the chair. At Cain's hand on my wrist. At the mural, with its sixth uncertain figure.

Their wristwatches, sleek and expensive, glittered under the lights, clear indicators of fat salaries and well-fed bank accounts. The very instant I stepped fully into the room, after glancing at the faces before me, my attention was drawn to a particular empty chair at the far end of the table. It wasn’t just vacant. It stood out. It was the most decorated chair in the room. Intrigued, I squinted at the gold-lettered inscription carefully etched into the headrest of the chair. The words shimmered under the lights as I read them silently. “The Chairman.” A smirk tugged at my lips. So, this was my seat.

Zren let out a victorious smile and immediately walked out of the office. When she arrived at her own working space, she sat on her customized gaming chair. Indeed what she was using was not a swivel chair but a comfy gaming chair. It was comfortable at the same time cool. Zren threw herself on the chair and rotated herself as she took out the invitation that the old man gave to her earlier. Staring at the party invitation, Zren's eyebrows couldn't help but furrow. She had a weird feeling that something would happen tomorrow but she didn't know what was it.

This was the table of judgment. Blake remembered that this all started with him sitting on the House Leader’s Chair, still looking more like a throne than a chair. It’s high backing and seat, with a leather cushion and wooden sculptures on each end—one of an Eastern Dragon and the other of a Phoenix, both looking about to rise from the back. The arms are carved, connecting each animal using its tail. The legs were cut in the likeness of the legs of the two animals. If it weren’t for this chair, his life would have been more mundane than what it is today, and he would be none the wiser of a world of cultivation within this world.