Shiroko Robber Novels & Stories

The rebound staggers me half a step. Roko makes a low sound, absorbs it completely, and uses the momentum to lurch forward instead. "Thief!" His voice fills the room. His hand, the size of a small cutting board, swings down toward my head. I drop under it, fingers finding the inside of his forearm on the way past, targeting the joint beneath the fat. I get a grip and try to twist into a lock. My fingers sink into the flesh and stop. There's nothing solid to catch on. It's like trying to break the wrist of a very large cushion.

"This is our absolute last chance. We need to bring him down tomorrow. I am not letting him take that cup from us." The Russian man, this time replying in English, let out a low, menacing laugh that echoed eerily against the brick walls. "Trust me on this one. He is sure to go all out for about five minutes after he takes it. His body will burn with fake energy, but then the collapse will happen. By the time he wakes up, the game’s up, and you’ve won." The hooded man nodded slowly, a dark smile touching his lips, but then his expression hardened again. "What about the other guy? Ken? He’s equally as good, man. He needs to be taken care of too, or he might ruin the plan."

“Says the man who came here to kill her and is promising to hand her over to his murderous brother.” “Charlie may find her now. In fact, it won’t be long before he finds her like I did, and he won’t hesitate to kill her. As soon as Max told me there was a woman commanding a full moon wolf to stop, and he listened, I knew we had a Wolf Rider on our hands. Now you have to pick—would you take a chance with Jezebel’s life here now, or would you take it with me. I may be able to help her.” “How?”

Aaron prodded. I nodded, feeling like someone had reached in and yanked my heart from my chest. "Why do you think it’s him?" "One of the things he had on him when he was caught was a silver locket with a picture of twin girls inside. I was told they were about thirteen years old, with white hair and purple eyes."

But suddenly: - Shit! A light flashed and: - Ahhhhhh! That was the scream of the robber, because, at this time, a very deep cut appeared on the robber's hand, bleeding a lot and causing him great pain. After screaming in pain, he shouted: - Which bastard is it? Any bastard who dares to sneak up on me, if you have bravery, come out here. Growwwwwww! When the robber had just finished his sentence, a woman's voice rang out, and she scornfully replied to the robber:

Jiroo said while laughing softly and tossed my dagger on the coffee table and put down the glass before putting his hands on his side, as if he's surrendering. "Who are you?!" I asked again. "I'm Jiroo and I'm an ex demon assassin." "You what?" Ayu and I asked in unison. "An ex demon assassin, are you deaf?" Jiroo scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I'm Ruthven's man before I decided to stop." "Then why the hell on earth did you let those douchebags beat you up earlier?!" "Because I don't want to cause any trouble as you're too kind to me even if you didn't know me." He said and shrugged his shoulders.

Yuriko let out an exasperated hiss and shouted: “Enough jabberin’! No one ain’t goin’ tah fall fer yer warrior-o’-peace act.” She flung two of her throwing knives, eliciting a gasp from Aki. In an eye’s blink, Koumori-shishou moved his shakujō staff up and over his shoulder, reaching down to scratch his back with its rings. The timing was flawless because Yuriko’s knives buried themselves in the wood. The pirates stood with their mouths agape. “Thank you for the hand, my dear, but I can scratch my own back.”

Me and you, We are together, Forever. “This freak!!!” Hisoka attacked Black Shadow. A massive hand suddenly emerged from nothing and tried to grab onto Black Shadow which was still on the branch tree, smiling suspiciously at them. “Don’t tell me!!!” Hisoka felt uncomfortable. The fact that he was so unbothered while being attacked raised an alarm. When the massive hand grabbed his knee, Hisoka studied his facial expression before it crumbled. “Let’s pull him together.” Smile screamed at him.

Romeo's explanation already reddened his eyes. "I've done all the Beta tasks so far. I am making the pack safe despite yesterday's obstacles. I've tried to make the people not in trouble, I've also helped all your work well, and lastly ..." Romeo pointed at the black ink list. "I've cleaned the rogue from every corner of the pack, without exception." There he pointed to Rena's name listed. Early fall, 2009. A small teenager entered the Southwest region. Name: Rena Schaci. Status: Rogue.

AMARA POV Boots thundered across the deck. The calm shattered in an instant. Men poured in from every direction like a flood, dark figures, raised weapons, cold metal glinting under the flashing red lights. Guns clicked into position, barrels aimed straight at us. I froze. My fingers tightened around his hand without thinking. My body shook so badly my teeth rattled, breath coming out in short, painful gasps. Then he stepped forward. Roberto. He emerged slowly, almost lazily, dragging a man by the collar. A gun was pressed to the side of the man’s head. The victim’s hands trembled, mouth opening as if to beg,