Slam Dunk Takehiko Inoue Novels & Stories

she said with a raging breath. "I will arrange for Jaden to drop you home" He said as she stormed out but what she didn't realise was a Little blue lens that had fallen on to her shoulder when she had slapped him hard across the face. If only she had paid a little attention to that one single ocean blue lens on her shoulder it could have uncovered the whole truth that was hidden from her. Marco's eyes were sad with unspoken tears some of the happiness and some of the bitterness. Though his Blue lens hid it well, his grey orbs couldn't hold it anymore as the tears streamed down his cheek remembering the day he had seen her for the first time like yesterday.

When he sits up, panting with the effort of his shift, I gasp, and I’m not the only one. Iniko looks nothing like the small man he was in his first life. Now, he looks large and muscular, someone who could rival Ancalagon in size and strength. I watch as Iniko closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of air, then he looks right at me. “Mate!” I turn and look behind me, certain he’s looking at someone else. Everyone behind me is staring at me. Holy shit! Iniko just called me his mate.

Someone watching whispered, “Is he swimming... or pitching an IPO to Morgan Stanley?” And yet, against all odds, he kept going. Not well, not prettily, but forward. Stroke by ugly, determined stroke, Takuto reached the 25-meter line and smacked it like he was signing a merger deal. The room exploded. Applause echoed against the tiled walls, half-amused, half-astonished. Even Tanaka-sensei was blinking like he wasn’t sure what he’d just witnessed. “Form: 0. Creativity: 100,” the coach mumbled, jotting notes on his clipboard. Then, louder: “Kimura-kun, your dive looked like a sack of bricks falling off a truck. But...”

"Okay this.. Haruki Murakami, Wind-Up Bird Chronicle And again, as before, she unzipped my fly, took out my penis, and put it in her mouth. The one thing different from before was that she did not take off her own clothing. She wore Kumiko’s dress the whole time. I tried to move, but it felt as if my body were tied down by invisible threads. I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth.

The young man turned to a middle-aged man and a young girl in the lounge then said, “Mr. Kazuki and Miss Ito, this man would like to see the two of you.” With cold dashing eyebrows, Yamamoto Kazuki queried, “Who are you? Do we know each other?” Hanson giggled and answered respectfully, “Mr. Kazuki, I’m Hanson. Ten years ago, I represented Oskia in a Sanda competition but you defeated me. Don’t you remember?” Yamamoto Kazuki said arrogantly, “There were so many people who lost against me, I can’t even count them all. How could I possibly remember each one of them?”