Shousetsuka Ni Narou Novels & Stories

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.

Grandma Gu just smiled looking at Shima and Duendera. Duendera sat in front of Shima with an angry face. Shima hugs Duendera tightly when she sees Duendera's cuteness wearing the shirt she bought. A peach -colored dress and a white headband on her head. Duendera let out a vibrating sound that indicated she was still angry. The cute face had turned into a fierce face, sharp eyes looking at Kei and Freddy. Kei and Freddy just smiled wryly looking at Duendera's angry eyes but it was different with Shima, who was busy hugging Duendera's body with a cheerful face. Grandma Gu spoke up.

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." I ran my fingers of the spine of each book and then I read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

(Amanda Fernard) Even with so many problems, I put them aside a bit and watch my bare feet under the gray-colored wall as my body lies on the bed, as the music plays, my feet tapping to the beat and I swing my head from side to side as the absurdly loud melody of the music: O sétimo Hokage (The seventh hokage) - 7 minutoz, plays in my headphones. I have no idea how I haven't gone deaf yet. This is the part I am most identifying with at the moment:

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

as she gestures to herself . “ It’s Kurat , just Kurat . I thought you might get a cold .” As I am looking at Nari , I am trying really hard not to burst out laughing . She looks like she has a dress on , She’s smiling as she nods “ Ok , Kurat shall we go to training .” Walking down to training with Nari , I see how some of the males are openly checking her out . Without realising I am growling at every male that looks in her direction . She looks so damn cute in my t-shirt , as we reach the training ground it is buzzing with activity .

He said. “Where are Noriko and Fukuna?” Ryosuke asked. “Why don’t you go back to school? They should be there.” Shoraku said calmly. “You’re lying. The compass points to here.” He said while holding a rashinban. “I presumed that the love potion on you is western so I cannot think of a person I know who would do this. This might be linked to the hex casted on Kazuha and Toya so we’re gonna have to apprehend them until reinforcements arrive.” He said.

Rosalies POV: I woke up with a splitting headache that had me feeling heavier than usual, making me come to an assumption of ōnoki the 3rd tuchikage paying me a visit during my time of obliviousness and using the: Doton kajūgan no justu, one that manipulates gravity allowing him to increase or decrease a persons weight at wish. I believe I haven’t mentioned it before, but I’m a huge fan of anime… or should I say Naruto in particular, seeing that most anime I’ve watched failed to ignite the same burning passion Naruto did. The sudden buzzing heard on my left side immediately pulls me out of my trance of thoughts, somehow lifting myself up I immediately put an end to the pathetic excuse of a s

Shadow’s eyebrows shot up. “No one supposed to see them unless, they’re one of us,” Ren finally broke his silence. “When you said one of us, what’s that supposed to mean, Ren? What are you exactly?” Nirvana asked. “Our late Sensei Taiyo called them Reika and Kenshin.” When Ren undid the cufflink on his left wrist, the hair at the back of my neck started standing. He pulled the sleeve up his elbows and showed his glowing tattoos written in Japanese. My guess was they were runes, too. He ran his palm on the runes, causing Zarah and me to gasp. “Now you can see them. These are Fujin and Kazeshi.”

she said, voice clipped Tokyo steel laced with proverbs, "you move like prey who learned to hunt. Sit. Tea?" Porcelain cup warmed my palms, steam curling like secrets. "Eiko Nakamura. SatoTech legend. What does the spider want with the fly?" Her fox-sharp features creased, not a smile but assessment. "Kenji's methods—family vintage. Orchestrated chaos for the empire. But you? Riddle first." She slid a lacquered box across the low table, engraved kanji pulsing. "Three shadows chase the moon. First devours light. Second mirrors truth. Third? Guards the dawn. Which binds Kenji?"