Slam Dunk Mitsui の小説・ストーリー

His gaze briefly paused on her exquisite facial features before saying, "You're one of the elites from the Shinto Way challenging the Martial Arts Alliance, aren't you?" "You have good eyes. No wonder you're so bold," the woman scoffed. "I'm one of the Three Primary Disciples of Shinto Way, Mitsuki Fujiwara. I have defeated half of the so-called prodigies from your country's Martial Arts Alliance. I was going to defeat a few more, but your challenge has ruined my plans."

The apparition did not last, it was gone immediately as the light of the lightning went away. Perfect. Ejima’s lips parted as she tightened her grip on her sling. Everything slowed. She watched the flaming arrow, which was rising to heaven. But she did not wait for it this time. Taking her stance, she swung her sling with a force that almost pulled out her hands from her shoulders, releasing and directing the stones towards the direction of the flaming arrow. Someone let out a loud yell from the dark and as Ejima watched, the arrow bearing the fire dropped to the floor and went off.

Why bear the burden for a jealous woman’s errors? As Dave drove, the scenery blurred past his windows. Tong City’s night view was stunning—lights gleaming like scattered jewels, the same dull roads from dawn now transformed into something enchanting, as if veiled in mystery. But he had no taste for beauty in that moment. With a snarl, he punched the steering wheel, accidentally slamming his palm on the horn. The high-performance car let out an abrupt, sharp sound.

she reassured me, taking a sip from her cup. "Slim is like the king of this damn hellhole. Even when he isn't here, nobody tries to take his place. Fucking cowards," Blowjob Guy chimed in, and they all burst into laughter. "Then why don't you give it a shot, Zeek?" the redhead challenged, finally revealing his name.

“Sweetheart, please stop eating soil, it’s not good for the baby” alpha Damian of the Golden Mood pack said to his mate, Luna Kendra. She was four months pregnant and one of her cravings was soil, especially after it rained she would go out looking for it and eat it. “I know, but I can’t help it, your pup wants it.” She answered then pouted like a teenager.

My adrenaline was sky-high, and I was pissed that I’d turned my back on the fourth guy. “Hey, I’m Whitman,” one of the fighters said, and sat on a chair in the corner. I turned toward him and held my hand out. “Kai.” We shook hands, and he smiled. “Who are you up against?” he asked me, as I placed my phone and wallet in the locker. “Some guy named Falcon,” I said. “And you?” “Falcon?” he asked me, with big eyes. “Do you know him?” “He’s some crazy guy from Montana. He’s been overseas and hasn’t lost a fight yet,” he said, and I smiled.

“Emergency capital injection of 1 billion rainbow Skittles from the Ministry of Finance! Prioritize systemically important banks!” The cat, unmoved, perched atop the Tokyo Stock Exchange sign, licking its paw with the calm of a seasoned market manipulator. Then— “You’re way overleveraged, Sumitomo Mitsui,” said a smug voice at the door. It was Miu Yamada, Takuto’s eternal rival and former boss in their past lives. She dangled a stolen Lego block labeled Subprime Mortgage Loan. “Unless you accept two packs of Koala’s March cookies as bailout capital…”

the girl in ponytail said cheerfully and twirled. "What are you talking about?," Iktanne replied, completely baffled. The girls looked at her with a bit of confusion at her remark but wasn't bothered by it. "You see, Iktanne-sama, some of our relatives live in the northern province of Japan. Right now, our Empire's northern barracks have detected anomalies that involve about one and a half dozen of Giant bandits attacking villagers from there. Remember the sudden appearance of a tsunami a couple of weeks ago? General Gary of the North barracks sent a report to the Academy that those bandits were the ones responsible for that happening," the girl in pigtails explained.

Disco lights swiveled around the room and for some unknown reason, there were few people on the dance floor. “Any reason why you think it’s not?” Anna questions while her eyes search for a particular face amidst the crowd. “Just get this over with,” He says as they get settled at the central bar where a tall guy with dirty blonde hair and sleeveless shirt puts on a show. His abs were quite vivid from the light cotton shirt he had on and his whole left arm was covered in a tattoo that had the image of a lion. He had piercings on both ears and his tongue. From the stare and attention he was getting from people who surrounded him at the central bar, Anna could tell some of them were sexualizin