Shinji In Chair Novels & Stories

My legs are starting to ache, I can’t stay in this squat position behind this chair for much longer, where the hell is Robin? Falling forward, I grab the chair to stabilise myself and it scrapes along the wooden floor, “Shit!” Worried they’re going to hear me in here.

I continue to stare at the chair, projecting all of my emotions towards it. I watch with a small smile as one of the broken pieces of the chair flies directly at the man and into his chest. The man is so stunned that he doesn't have enough time to react. I watch as the man reaches up to hold onto the piece of chair in an attempt to pull it out. The man falls to his knees, then onto his side, no longer moving. It feels like I've been possessed. I find myself partially sitting up, with my eyes trained on my legs. I watch as somehow my bones begin to move back into place in my legs.

Vincent Sinclair heard her explanation and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, studying her with a gaze that gave away nothing. His expression was unreadable—a painting half-finished in shadow. Then, after a tense pause, his brow lifted slightly and he gestured toward the elevator panel. "Going up?" Elliot Shaw, standing awkwardly near the mirrored wall, exhaled quietly. The tension drained from his face as he watched the silent exchange. So the two knew each other? Seeing Chairman Sinclair so calm, even conversational, Shaw felt the blood drain from his face. He'd almost reprimanded someone the chairman appeared familiar with. His mind reeled with quiet panic.

His cold gaze seemed like he wanted to tear Ronin apart on the spot. David and the other students felt the pressure and didn't dare to look up, shrinking back and remaining silent. They had a hunch that a crazy storm was about to hit. Now, all they could do was think about evading and protecting themselves if a fight broke out. Ronin walked straight towards his seat, getting closer and closer. Suddenly... Swoosh! With its legs scraping against the floor, a chair came hurtling towards Ronin. He calmly lifted his foot, stopping the chair in its tracks. At each end of the chair, there was a slender leg. They belonged to two different but equally handsome boys.

Yu Shijin sat on a stool, idle, with a pair of white and slender fingers knocking on the table carelessly, hearing the sound, he looked over his head, looking at Chu Xunning, dark eyes squinting, slender fingers pointing towards the stop-motion racing picture, "do you think, this man is very familiar?" ------------------ Good morning ^ _ ^

By the second window, were two chairs and a round table. Shinja was rummaging the dressing table on the right side of the bed. There was within it combs, glowing hair strands and a few little creatures that had taken refuge in the confined space. It hadn't been that long since she came to this place, she thought to herself but the creatures had been quick to make the place their own.

I answer quickly. I was surprised when Shin suddenly smiled but I was even more surprised when he softly held my hand and carried me to the piled chairs here. Because there are chairs and tables here that look like they are no longer used and have just been piled up here. Shin wiped a chair with his coat then showed it to me to sit on. He also placed a table across from me and then another chair for him to sit on. “So?” I frowned. Shin pulled out a whole pad of yellow paper.

Shiro replied. [Shiro, a medium heighted, tan skinned, short-hair, and slim build. He is an all-rounder class soldier, who is a close friend of Jin. Suddenly, a woman approached towards Jin and Shiro. She is also a medium heighted, pale skinned, long hair that has highlights in light purple, and dark brown eyes.] “Hey Shiro, I’ve brought you some steamed chicken! Oh! Who is he!?” “Nova, this is Jin, he is one of my friends who gives me his excess scrap materials for enhancing my equipment, and also yours.” Shiro replied.

Splintered at the joints. I could break it. Maybe. But only once. Gino stepped closer, lining the bolt cutters up to my left hand. “Hope you’re a righty, sweetheart.” And that’s when I moved. I threw my weight to the side, slamming the chair legs outward. The front two splintered on impact, pitching me forward—and I used the momentum to spin, slamming into Gino’s knees. He shouted and went down. I landed hard, pain flaring in my shoulder, but the fall split the back of the chair just enough. I twisted, ignored the fire in my wrists, and pulled hard.

I paused " For how long is he gonna be gone?" "Maybe a week" he shrugged. "What?? No please you need to find a way to get me out of this chair. Please" "Well, there is one way. I think it's the only way too. What do you say? Wanna try it?" I nodded. "You need to fall asleep. The chair is a relaxing chair,and it only grips people who are scared. I'm sure you weren't relaxed when you sat down on it" "Yes" boss Levi had scared the living daylights out of me.