Shinobi Books Novels & Stories

She took her bow from her shoulder, strung an arrow, and pointed it at Anbir. "Stay away prince Anbir! " She said. "Princess no!" Manas shouted. His eyes wild with concern. Anbir narrowed his eyes and scrutinized Toshani. The girl had spunk. "Toshani just comes over, otherwise you will die!" Anbir warned her. Toshani aimed her bow carefully at Anbir. He was tall, with wide shoulders, his features were razor-sharp just like his brother Rudra. Brown eyes stared back at her. However, the brothers had no resemblance. Anbir had silver golden hair with pale skin.

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

“Well then. I just hope that you are prepared, Arius.” Taunting him, yet he likes it to be that way as he never had any fear in his life after dealing with HIM and becoming the death reaper in his book and world. They both finally step out and into the light, as a book is drawn, welcomes them in return with the title and the truth that reads. “Shinzo Dimension.” With the world and not just an ordinary book, but the very beginning and the original one. The pages flip as the words echo.

Nozomi’s glare bored holes into the ground as she bickered with the shadow in her mind. “My, my, my.” The book spoke up. “Did someone meet your first love?” When Nozomi did not answer, the book continued by itself. “I wonder what your shadow must be saying about that.” From its tone, Nozomi could tell that it was enjoying itself, like a person watching a drama series. “Feel free to take my place and talk to it then.” Nozomi snapped back. “Oh, someone’s grumpy. I guess I got my answer.” The book chuckled, clearly amused.

Although he can't leave here, like me, who knows what he gets up to in his spare time. "Not quite," he says, holding up the book so the cover faces me. On it, is the name Shinee in bright golden letters surrounded by dark tinted italic pattern swirling around like magic. It looks similar in configuration to mind. "It's a book, on your mate." I echo my thoughts, curious about getting my hands on it. "So, basically the same premise of mine? Isn't this like some kind privacy breach?" Damon shrugs his shoulders. As if he cares.

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Fabian notices and squeezes my hands so I don't cry. "The last name I'm going to call is... Gabriella Johanson." He announces and I freeze. Did he just call my name? Am I dreaming? Is this for real? Fabian slaps my arm, jerking me back to reality and I calmly lean forward to collect my sketch sheet and a few people applauded but Trisha and her friends practically stared at me with a look of disgust and confusion on their faces.

She heard him as if he was talking to her Well, the truth is Jenica hasn’t faked it for Shin it was for Ginji unfortunately the flirt forgot that its Shin’s 18th and his looking for his mate. It was a vanilla essence perfume, in a color brown plastic spray bottle. Days past by without Shin being seen in any part of the tribe’s den not a single soul heard or saw him does thus knew something is wrong There was no lunch or dinner prepared for Shin as if he’s not around He tried to communicate to him, tried if she can send him message through telepathy or something, but nothing she wasn’t able to reach him Liza stay alert in case she’ll hear any news of his whereabouts she even waited him to ple

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.