Shoujo Novels & Stories

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he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

“I like it. It makes me feel… desired.” The confession sent a spike of obsessive ecstasy through him. She had noticed. She liked it. Kyomi stood up suddenly and moved to a nearby shelf, pulling out a different game box. “Hanafuda is boring now. Let’s play something more interesting. My idea.” She opened the box and spread out beautifully illustrated cards depicting traditional Japanese folklore characters, couples in intimate poses, and scenario prompts. The title read Yokai Seduction: Roleplay Tales. “It’s a couples game my friend brought from a trendy shop in Shibuya,” she explained, kneeling directly in front of him now, her hands resting on his knees. “We draw a scenario card and act it

She rubbed the chrome slow, too careful. “Not like glass,” I said, voice low. “Firm. Like you mean it.” She pressed harder, and the metal gleamed under her touch. She glanced at me quickly, seeking approval, then ducked her head again before I could give it. Good. Better she didn’t rely on my nod to know she was doing it right. Minutes passed, the noise of the lot filling in the silence between us. When she finally leaned back, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, I caught a flicker of something across her face. Not fear. Not exactly.

Jojo began to shake Angel, her demand urgent, "I want sugar in my..." But her words faltered as she caught sight of Lady Leggy, who stood watching her with an unwavering gaze. Jojo's attention shifted, captivated by the enigmatic figure. "Ooh, shiny person!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands like a toddler. She took slow, sheepish steps towards Lady Leggy, her eyes fixed on the elegant gown. Reaching Lady Leggy's presence, Jojo bowed deeply, her small hands reaching out to touch the hem of the gown. "I worship you," she declared, her voice filled with childlike wonder.

Jojo giggled as she jumped up and down on the bed. “ Oh... Your birthday ? Are you serious ” He said. Okay ! He had not expected that. Or was she kidding with him again. “ Yes I'm damn serious... I'm going to be fourteen tommorow gosh I'm so excited ” “ Wow... You're now a big girl ” “ I was a big girl before check me out ” Jojo said pouting her lips, she didn't like it when someone think of her as a small girl. Scott checked her out, from her black curly hair to her green eyes, her freckled chubby cheeks, her pointed nose, her cherry lips. She was neither slim or chubby just perfect.

Nate — The passive? — asks, and I nod my head. — You know that homo-affective relationships are not like in Bl's, nor in Yaoi anime and manga? — I know, but I still have a lot of doubts about it! — So, in these stories there is the seme protector with the macho way, and the uke fragile that needs to be protected, all this is to make a comparison with heteronormativity. And it's not like that, what can happen between you and Will, will depend on the two of you talking, reaching a consensus, allowing yourself, and the best? To surrender to the passion.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

For some reason reading those words made me smile. I bought one and took a selfie of me holding it, only to pause. I'm no better than Claire... As I explored the town, I found a shopping department. I had read many mature mangas in the past about office romances of women that worked at shopping departments. As I set foot inside it felt surreal, I'm in a place that inspired shoujo! Hmm... I looked around and bought a couple of things here and there, limiting myself to one item or none. It was mostly perfumes and jewelry.

Sweat stung her eyes as Nya swung the sword around, just in time to block Rok’s steel blade. The reverberation shook all the way up her arm, but she didn’t have time to let the ache distract her as Rok was bringing the sword around again, this time from the other direction. The tip of the blade almost caught her underneath the chin, but she managed to jump back, raising her arms and shoulders to make herself smaller in the middle. The blade flew up into the air, missing her, but it wasn’t headed away from her for long. Rok was relentless, swiveling around in a full circle and bringing his sword along, ready to cut her in the middle. She was wearing a metal chest plate, but most of her body w