Novel & Cerita Shiro Shiro No Mi

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

My bag strap tightened in my hand. That was my seat. I cleared my throat gently. “Hey… um, you’re in my seat.” She didn’t blink. Instead ,she just turned a page, like I was a fly buzzing in the background. I tried again, a little firmer this time. “Nora, can you please stand up? That’s my seat.” She shut the book with a snap, looked up, and smiled.But not the good kind of smile. “Well, well,” she said sweetly, her voice slicing through the air, “Here comes our little Miss Perfect. Holier than thou, back-from-the-dead queen of drama herself.”

All the things I used to look forward to now cut deep into my heart. I quietly slipped into the shadows at the edge of the room without anyone noticing. My whole body was tense, but the tears kept falling despite how disgraceful it was. My chest ached as if it had been torn open. I pulled out my phone and sent my boss a message. "Something urgent came up. I'm leaving early." I got in the car, my mind blank. Suddenly, I remembered what the doctor had said and patted my chest, whispering to myself. "Don't cry… The doctor said I can't have any strong emotions… No crying…"

Among the people at this table, Sayaka, Mayumi, and Ritsu had never been in contact with such a thing, so the sudden changes in expression on Chihiro didn't make them feel any strangeness, after all, among their social circle, they had never had access to this kind of knowledge, but Shiro-san knew very well and because of that, he admired Monica very much now. If this question was being asked to him, then the scenario would change, but it didn't change how rude this question was, it was like when Shiro-san had just written his book, and after writing the manuscript, a friend suddenly asked him for the manuscript of the novel, but he gave it to his friend. Shiro-san glanced at Monica, who had

into the woods without getting noticed. I walk into the woods without a plan or weapon. Something feels odd right whenever I find myself in these woods. I feel "Hello Alice," a sweet voice says behind me, startling me. I jump and turn to face the direction of the voice. A young lad who is probably my age is standing an inch away from me. "How do you know my name?" I look around me to find anything I can use to protect myself. The tree behind me has a broken branch hanging on it. I slowly take a step backward while keeping my gaze on him. "Everyone knows you, mi lady," he replies with a soft smile. His accent sounds different from the people around here. His dark hair is packed in a low bun.

I leaned forward, one finger brushing the cold glass of the monitor. "You belong to me, Nami," I whispered, voice rough with menace. "No one else." The screen flickered slightly as the wind rattled against the windows.

“You’re drooling, Little River.” He teases lightly, and I flush. “Sorry” I murmur, but before he can say anything, something moves beside him and moves towards me as if coming in for a hug. I scream and jump back, only to take a close look… What in the Dr. Facilier shit, is this? Is that his shadow casually coming my way? “I-uh-I…” “Back.” He says, and the shadow seems to deflate sadly and then retreat into his actual shadow.

Valerie asks questions once again, peering out the glass window next to them at the rain. “Yes, but isn't it lovely to have someone wait on you or simply be there for you?” Ellen agreed as she looked out the window at the pouring rain, Valerie smiled as she leaned her head against the glass window, listening to the rain. ‘My empress, wake up and return to me right now...Zhilux’ The voice calls out to her again, this time with an unusual name, prompting her to open her eyes and turn to look around the restaurant.

Deciding silence was the better option, she waited for her turn. When it came, she tumbled into the room, nearly tripping over the threshold. Mr. Bradley, perched behind his desk with his usual ridiculous reading glasses balanced at the tip of his nose, greeted her with an amused smirk. "Please come in, young man," he said, sipping his tea. "Thank you, sir," she rumbled, adopting her best “manly” voice. "And your name?" "My name? I’m… uh… Patrick. Patrick Smith, sir."

he said, nodding towards my battered silver band, "are hard to come by." "My twin and I wear a matching set," I said, spinning it with my thumb. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because you need to know what we can do." He sat up, eyeing me warily. "When I take it off, the world changes. It looks the same, but foggy, and I don't see people anymore, I see their souls. It's a pretty pointless ability really," I said, staring at my hands. "Lills is different though. She closes her eyes and sees the taken. She can interact with them and hear them speak. I can't. The ones I see are just dim reflections. It doesn't have much of an effect on me, but it takes a lot out of her."