Shion Tensura Novels & Stories

My bоdу іѕ always the fіrѕt to go whеn I’m tense. It’ѕ lіkе an еmоtіоnаl barometer. Fіrѕt mу ѕhоuldеrѕ tеnѕе uр, then mу bасk muѕсlеѕ follow, and bеfоrе I know іt, I’m lіkе аn ассоrdіоn оf pent uр ѕtrеѕѕ аnd wоrrу—аbоut my gіrl.

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

She returned to drinking the cappuccino that was half a glass left. "Until the uncle and aunt are nice to Shin!" Sherina replied firmly. She could no longer pretend to be okay seeing them make Shin suffer. Ferdian who heard that looked angry. Ferdian didn't like it when his wife was nice to Shin. "How dare you!" snapped Ferdian. All the diners in the restaurant glanced their way. It seemed that Ferdian's voice was so loud that all the visitors were shocked too. However, not with Sherina. She had memorized her husband's bad character. Sometimes Sherina feels annoyed, but it seems that now she is used to it. Ferdian has started to show his true temper.

* More flesh burned away. Ren's fist was charred and bloody as he circulated what little control he had left. The clouds turned supercharged and increased in density. That is when Ren saw the disturbance in the air. The "Shoreline" had a crack inside it. Ion energy was pulled in from the outside and strengthen the place. The instability was from the additional Ion Energy that seeped in that didn't belong.

The numbers floating beside the digital trench were a terrifying physics lesson. "Thirty-six thousand feet," I muttered, dragging a grease-stained hand down my face. "Over a thousand atmospheres of hydrostatic pressure. Sixteen thousand pounds per square inch. If we take a standard Board transport down there, it won't just flood. It will compress into the size of a golf ball in a microsecond." My father, Chen Wei, was pacing around the console, his lab coat practically grey with soot. He was chewing aggressively on the end of a stylus.

My bоdу іѕ always the fіrѕt to go whеn I’m tense. It’ѕ lіkе an еmоtіоnаl barometer. Fіrѕt mу ѕhоuldеrѕ tеnѕе uр, then mу bасk muѕсlеѕ follow, and bеfоrе I know іt, I’m lіkе аn ассоrdіоn оf pent uр ѕtrеѕѕ аnd wоrrу—аbоut my gіrl.

The tiger rapidly advanced towards Tensha and swung its claws towards Tribe leader Tensha's chest. "Nature barrier!" Tensha said, as a light green shield appeared in front of him. As the tiger's claw touched the shield, his flames dimmed even further. The shield was broken after lasting for a moment. Although Tensha retreated backward as the shield was being, the claws still grazed him. Claw marks could be seen on his chest as he crashed on the ground. Blood started following from his chest.

Zhou Fu grumbled inwardly when he found Shen Shen's face already showing signs of lack of oxygen. Shen Shen did not know how Zhou Fu's expression was because her two eyes were tightly closed, in order to strengthen her defense against the pressure of the lungs that needed air intake. Her chest felt heavier because of the forged underwater pressure that was starting to be felt. In fact, ancient montipora also has the effect of counteracting the feeling of pressure in the chest when someone in the depth of the ocean. If Shen Shen had shown the symptoms of running out of air, of course the effect of the ancient montipora had already disappeared in her body. Zhou Fu also suspected that the effec

“About how long you can stand there before one of us breaks.” The words hung between us, heavy with everything unsaid. Shawn’s hands curled into fists at his sides. His breathing deepened — controlled, but not calm. I could see the strain in the corded muscles of his forearms, the way his chest rose and fell like he was physically holding himself back. “Two-point-two meters,” he said, almost to himself. “That’s the threshold where correction pressure spikes.” I stood slowly. The hem of his shirt skimmed the tops of my thighs. His gaze dropped instantly, dark and hungry, before he forced it back to my face.

Commander Sarah’s voice crackled over the comms, cold and professional. Kazimir pulled his hand back, his jaw tightening as he regained his mask. He handed Elara her helmet. "Let’s go find your father." The descent was a slow-motion nightmare. As the sub dropped past 30,000 feet, the hull began to groan—a sound like a giant crushing a soda can. This was Crush-Depth Tension (the psychological and physical strain of being in a vessel that is at its absolute limit of structural integrity). "Pressure at ten thousand PSI," Mina whispered from the navigation console, her face pale in the blue light of the screens. "The Hull-Integrity Sensors (devices that detect cracks or thinning in the metal) ar