Spirited Away Yubaba Bird Novels & Stories

He was confused by the dream as he continued to think on it as he settled on the veranda overlooking the calming water. A woman was there, standing before a stone. She seemed confused as well. The wind was whipping at her hair as she was looking at the sky. She was unlike any woman he had ever seen. She favored the Portuguese traders Nobunaga was fond of but her skin much fairer, like a pale ivory. Her hair was lite in color, like the sun when it is high in the sky. Her eyes widened he saw they were the color of the sky. He could picture he so precisely in his mind. She intrigued him. He thought she could be an Amaterasu or a yosei at least. He heard the legends but he never once thought the

“You’re dead, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to be the next ghost whisperer.” A deep chuckle that has a direct line to my clit engulfs me, creating a plague of goosebumps to appear across my frigid flesh. “Turn around and look at me, Little Bird.” With obedience, I turn around slowly. “Happy Birthday, baby.” As soon as our eyes meet, my vision blurs and I lose consciousness, collapsing to the ground.