Shinobu Novels & Stories

Serena tried to cry out, but her voice caught in her throat. She looked up just in time to see a masked man approaching. His scent was unfamiliar—neutral, like he’d masked it on purpose. His steps were fast, silent, efficient. A dagger gleamed at his waist, but he didn’t reach for it. Instead, he raised something small—a dark crystal embedded in a charm—and held it before her face.

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.

It's also frustrating sometimes when he gets straight to the point. "Tss, even a crying baby is the size that still complains. Remember that you will never be like Kuya Light. Because Kuya Light can rule us with unadulterated intimidation." It's a direct promise that shocked me... “Breeze! Why do you even feel sorry for the dead! Sometimes you have to keep your mouth shut. You know you should limit what you say! You are too insensitive!” Princess Earth Shainery Rock-hard, Princess of Soberania das Terras, called her small but terrible because she is so small at 5'4 that she is very brave. In truth, his name is said labuyo, small but spicy, can you imagine the bold and direct to the point tha

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

Payback is a bitch called Aika Kurosaki. Jun wasn't ready for this argument, because there was no way that he was going to admit tho to the shark lady and the smug Iori ha he was a bad dancer. After all, he had a reputation to maintain as the playboy of the century. And it didn't look well for the image he was projecting to start tripping over his feet and humiliate himself like what had happened t him when he was having dance classes for the prom ball back when he was studying in America.

I quickly stand and started walking away. “Thank you for stopping by, Ms. One punch girl!” he shouted. “I have a name!” “I also have too! Akihiro! Not a superman nor a batman but still a Hiro. You’re Hiro, exclusively for you!” --

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

This kind of guy. Nozomi’s expression soured a little. ‘How troublesome.’ “But I won’t give up so easily. That’s how I get good at things, you know?” Nozomi tugged Hikaru’s shirt again, prompting him to lean towards her. “I’ll handle him.” Hikaru raised his eyebrows questioningly. Nozomi looked at the boy again. “What’s your name?” The boy smirked as if he had won. “I’m Goro, Watanabe Goro.”

Killarney, Ireland, 1840 Kian O'Braonain was the best friend anyone in the world could ever have. He could run as fast as lightening, climb like a cat, and hit a bird with a stone from twenty yards. While Aaron seldom had a chance to play with his friend now that he was older and had more responsibility, his Ma usually didn’t mind if he walked home with Kian after mass, and the boys would spend several hours running around the base of Torc Mountain, tossing stones in the lake, or running through the village scaring the chickens and the cows.