Shion Madarame Novels & Stories

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

Liam had watched his Alpha coming apart for months now. Rather than humbling him when they were forced off their lands by the bear shifters, he became more and more bold and dictatorial. Now he was simply unhinged. Liam had never trusted Brand. The shifter had a huge chip on his shoulder where his brother was concerned and it was never smart to get involved in a family fight.

Nakamura's expression shifted slightly; he was familiar with the name. "Yes, the very same Kiran York who made your ninja Shimada scramble back to Sunland in utter fear," Kiran stated boldly. "Damn it!" The mention of Shimada's humiliation at Kiran's hands visibly infuriated Nakamura. The Sunland reporters on scene were stunned. The realization that Kiran could instill such fear in Shimada, a mid-level ninja with aspirations to high rank, filled them with dread. Faced with Nakamura's fury, Kiran remained undisturbed, his voice even and calm. "You're no match for me. Now, bring out Leo Maddox's body."

“We are yet to discuss how you are so sure that Alessandro won’t easily find us using his compass. You do realize that he could trace us…” “He cannot, mother, as I believe that you seem to forget that I am the carrier of the eye” I said, showing her the eye that Mattia gave me the day he told me of what he’s been up to. The eye was an ancient ornament that was made by the best friend of the first compass owner.

Adler’s subordinate, Ned Huxley, was spending his day off indoor. He walked inside his father’s office and took time reading Shouju Manga books (Romantic Japanese Comic Book Stories). He did not want to go outside during his day off because he feared of working again. Yesterday, his co-detective told him that he chased after a thief when he was on vacation and ended up working. Thus, Ned stayed inside. It is not because he does not do his duty.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Finally I got a job. Anita, the senior assistant of this house, drive me to Mr. Kusuma Adijaya's house. On the way, Anita explained about him. He is the eldest son of Great Madame, and has one daughter named Amelia Adijaya. His daughter is already in the second grade of junior high school. My job is to take care of the house from A to Z and once a week Anita will come to check everything in written reports. Including cooking, shopping, tidying up the house, until financial reports.

"SORIN KIM!" The thunderous voice had all the chattering students in the hallway zip their mouth right up. Eira turned around to see her homeroom teacher Mr. Williams drenched entirely with some greenish, gooey substance that looked very similar to slime, looking all creepy, disgusting and funny at the same time. No wonder he was so livid. It seemed that Eira’s homeroom teacher had become a victim- once again-to Sorin Kim's pranks, the notorious prankster of her school.

“I’d like for you to meet cadence. Cadence is like you Sadie. Only I think she is stronger than you. Say hello, Cadence.” “Hello, Sadie,” Cadence said and I couldn’t talk or move. Sadie looked at my father and slammed him to the wall. Only Sadie also got slammed to the wall. Cadence was the only one running the show. My father came off the wall and he patted Cadence on the back.

Lia: I didn’t get far. The wounds that I had stopped me from getting further than I wanted to. The corridor narrowed ahead of me, the lights dimmer, the air heavier. I skidded to a stop when three figures stepped out of the shadows. The beta stood in front. Calm. Controlled. Assessing. Two gammas flanked him, shoulders loose, eyes sharp, already measuring distance and damage. Fighters. The kind that didn’t need orders once instinct took over.