Shiro Shiro No Mi 소설 & 이야기

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

The Silver Tongue is one of the most popular clubs in Goldstone. The long queue to get into the bar every night was a view that some tourists would capture through their cameras, just to stand and took pictures of themselves in front of the club was a good enough experience for them. A huge silver neon tongue on top of the building can be seen from miles away. It is the center of the nightlife in Goldstone, and Goldstone is a city that never sleeps.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

“No, it isn’t. They are just words, Mika. Words that are lies. Words that are intended to push you back into that dark corner we fought to destroy. You can’t let Sabrina get to you this time. You can’t let her win” I could see the fear in his eyes. I knew the dark corner he was talking about. It was my dark days when I just arrived in Japan. “Please, Mika” Shiro pleaded and tears welled up in my eyes again. I wanted to tell him that I was willing to try. I wanted to let him know I would try to make sure the words didn’t get to me but the room slowly began to fade away. Shiro's voice slowly became faint and the room disappeared.

He’s sure it won’t take long before that kitchen guy falls for his mate despite knowing he’s the ice prince’s mate. “Heli!” “Huh?” Heli looked at his mate, who managed to pull away from him to turn around and face him. His brows were furrowed in confusion as he looked at Heli. “I asked if you know Shiro?” So Shiro was the name. “I know his face, but not his name.” “And do you know he’s also just twenty? I haven’t met anyone else who’s the same age as me here! I can’t even remember meeting a child vampire in the town...”

The young man chuckled, "Ah, your acting reached its end. Don't be so angry. OK, I will if you say so. Your worth is more than her." Mizu felt she was already laid on the ground. She can still hear anything and felt yet she can't already control her body nor can see anything. Shiro walked to retrieve Mizu. Then carried her in a princess-way and gently put her down like he's holding a precious being to Kuro's arms. Holding her hand. "Thank you for letting me became just a normal kid in just a few hours. I will treasure the name you gave to me. I like it. Shiro, a pure white name," Shiro whispered.

I don't even know what I mean I'm just tired Of holding on How many times have I tried to hold? How many times have I tried to look at the positive side of every damn difficult situation that the universe continuously keeps on throwing at me? I managed to turn over though with difficulty and laid on my back Maybe this way I'd choke on my own blood or something and end it all Zerabi and her rogues didn't take my actions lightly Instead their growls began to intensify but you know what ,fuck them and their stupid ugly looking mated furs