Silent Manga Shuu の小説・ストーリー

“How the heck did her other personality take over once again? And why did she smirk? Her maniac side is kinda…Scary too…” Ansh murmured as he closed the book and went behind Shama. Shama went towards the balcony. She stood there watching the dark sky. There were still some orange shades in the sky. Cool breeze was flowing. Shama’s eyes again started changing expressions. It became completely emotionless as she stared at the moon in the sky. Shama hugged herself as if she was trying to comfort herself. “It’s fine…”

said Mannendake, the bamboo youkai, grinning as he swirled the flute on his fingers. "Welcome, Draco. This place was another dimension within the Sacred Mana Tree's trunk. This is where the spirits reside and meet with the help of Mana magic power. I am Mana, the spirit of the Sacred Mana Tree. The one wearing the red happi vest is Jizo, the leader of the Jizo Warabe spirit on the island on top of Genbu’s shell. And he who wears a bamboo kimono is the leader of the Mannendake spirit, the bamboo youkai. They have been the protectors of the Sacred Mana Tree from a long time ago,” replied Mana, a beautiful woman with moss-green hair that was straight at her waist and earth-brown eyes. Her ears

watching Chen Chu Chu, Shen Xinyi smiled even more warmly while Shen Qi remained silent . Chen Chu Chu saw Shen Xinyi smile and stiffened , Shen Xinyi 's eyes were like two whirlpool;dark and mysterious , silent yet dangerous . When ChenChu Chu realized what she was thinking ; she broke out in cold sweat and looked at Shen Xinyi but Shen Xinyi had already returned to her calm vigour.

It was a shame that she was probably a gold digger. “We should order first. It’s no fun talking on a hungry stomach. Or are you not hungry?” She purses her lips, watching me, then she finally sighed and said, “I mean, I could eat something,” with a shrug. I smiled and as if her words had conjured the waiter, one walked in. We gave our orders then we were all alone again. The silence was awkward and every time I met her eyes, Reine turned away. There was something about her I couldn’t put my finger on...

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

It's cold you bastard! I bowed, "Watashi no warui, Fumihara-sama. Sayonara." [Trans: My bad, Fumihara. Goodbye.] And in a very swift move, his head slowly falls back after I slit his neck deep open. His sluts turned pale. I didn't waste any time and jumped out of the window. The last thing I heard was their screams. Fumihara Shiro must thank me because I didn't torture him. He's lucky I'm eager to come back to the Philippines because of Agape. Becsuse if it happened, I have a lot of time in my hands,

- Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Ren Shibasaki didn’t turn around from his position before the gravestone of Tatsuya Fujiyama even when the sound of light crunch of gravel beneath shoes reached his ears. He merely stood there, eyeing the words engraved in the gravestone, with his hands stuffed in his pockets even when he knew Yuri and Tohya were both standing behind him. It was when Yuri sighed when he finally turned around. “I hope that we aren’t intruding,” she said apologetically.

But inside the room, the hearth burned with a fierce, crackling intensity, casting long, amber-gold shadows across the heavy furs of the bed. Silas lay beside me, his massive frame propped up on one elbow, his dark hair falling loosely into his eyes as he watched me breathe. He had stripped out of his heavy armor, wearing only his dark trousers, his bare chest a map of silver-white scars that gleamed softly in the firelight. One of his massive, warm hands was resting lightly on my waist, his thumb tracing slow, rhythmic circles against my skin. The double contact kept the Shaman’s spark inside my chest in a state of absolute, blissful equilibrium. The silver-violet hum was soft tonight, a ge

Grandmother’s stone body stepped out of the canal. Water streamed from her dark crown. Shigure looked past me. She happened. Grandmother opened her hand. A black spear formed. She threw it. Shigure pushed me down. The spear passed over us and struck Harun’s chest. The beast roared. Its lanterns shattered. Darkness poured from beneath its scales. Shigure ran to it. Stay with me. Harun snapped weakly at his arm. Yes, I know. Shigure pressed his bloody palm against the creature’s wound. Silver symbols spread across its scales.