Silent Manga Shuu Novels & Stories

One Punch Man, I believe it was. "Oh yeah, I've seen them." "I have a suspicion that they aren't really manga." "Why do you say that?" "Well for one she never lets anyone see what's on the pages or touch them. Two, I've read more than enough of them to know her expressions don't really match up, especially to the titles. I mean even though you're completely antisocial and emotionally restrained there's no way you can read manga and not express some form of emotion." His statement plays around in my head,and he does have a point. I don't think I could read any manga without either laughing or smiling.

Master Fu said, lifting the cup to his lips and taking a sip without blowing it. “Alright. Please, enjoy the tea, Komatsu-san,” Shigure said, looking at Sen. But she didn’t look like she mean it because the expression on her face was flat. She then left without saying anything, nor even commenting Master Fu’s outburst just now. The old man’s voice should’ve been so loud that people from a mile away could hear him, but she acted like this was nothing extraordinary.

The altar of the statue had a mirror which was tinted green and glimmering faintly. Soraru was kneeling in front of the statue, while chanting something quietly. He minded his own business, as if the killing around the place meant nothing to him. On the other side of the shrine, Sakura was grabbing Mandy’s hair. When she saw Harvey kill almost a hundred men before coming inside, her expression turned horrible. She narrowed her eyes, then hurriedly made a gesture. “Go! All of you!” Many Shindan Way experts charged forward with blades in hand, gritting their teeth.

He had a stoic expression on his face. “Su-chan~” She waved and called out endearingly. But the man didn't seem too fond of it. “Tamamo,” he uttered her name with a cold tone. That was all he did to acknowledge her presence. Tamamo pouted and crossed her arms. Her buxom chest was pushed up and emphasized. But Sutoku blatantly ignored it. “You're such a stick in the mud,” she complained. He gave her a shrug. Nothing more. “Even Shu-chan's more interesting than you,” she sighed and shook her head. “Speaking of, where is Shu-chan?”

"Hahaha, Samuel is such a fool. He knows that he can't live, so he wants to kill the Buddhist child in the way of self-detonation?" "Then he's too stupid. I've never heard or seen someone self-destruct." "That's right. It's so funny." Even the old monk could not help but laugh softly because of the middle-aged monk. However, for some reason, Ming Yu wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. She always felt a little uneasy. But she couldn't tell why!

Please do not make me do this. "You have to Shinja. He needs you. You should have seen him sulk when he realized it was I and not you in there." Shinka rolled her eyes. "Because you will not let me be until I do it, I will go." "Now that is a good girl." Shinka knocked on the door with Shinja at her side. When Silver opened, Shinka pushed Shinja inside before she changed her mind and left them alone, Shinja and Silver, shutting the door after she was inside.

They walked away, leaving the staggering shaman behind in the thin mist that was slowly beginning to reform. As they walked, Sua casually remarked, "For a cold-blooded killer, you are far too... attentive. It really doesn't suit you." Rai turned slowly, responding to Sua's half-mocking, half-honest comment. "I am indeed too attentive," he said calmly. "But only to you." Sua fell dead silent. The words were delivered without exaggeration, without a flirtatious smirk, but precisely because of their simplicity, they hit harder than the grip of the shadow creatures earlier.

He mutters quietly. “It’s just me and you, Sorahiko. There’s nothing more to it”. That is oddly touching— So do I spread my legs or…?. ___________ “You have one of those stupid looks of yours on your face right now”. Miyamura smiles softly, but his actions don’t match the softness of his expression. He lets go of my hand and begins to unbutton his shirt calmly— Oh god. If simply unbuttoning his shirt does this much to me, then how am I supposed to survive this?.

she murmured, her voice a whisper against the fading echoes of the storm. As the tumult of emotions gradually subsided, leaving behind only the gentle patter of rain on the windows, Aqua felt a sense of exhaustion wash over her. The weight of her grief and turmoil lingered like a heavy cloak, but she knew that sleep offered a respite, a temporary escape from the storm raging within her. With hesitant steps, Aqua made her way to her room, the soft glow of her pendant guiding her through the dimly lit hallway.

A mysterious figure appears in Sumire's bedroom, prompting the lights to flicker erratically from a mysterious force. Emerging from the bathroom clad in a white silk lace nightgown and a towel wrapped around her head, Sumire proceeded towards her bed. As she hummed a melodious tune, a distant eerie howl shattered the silence of the night. Sumire extinguished the light and revealed the glow of the lamp. Just as she was about to recline onto the bed, a silhouette of a man caught her gaze before vanishing into the darkness.