Temari Novels & Stories

"Anything that hasn't been packed yet?" "You can clear out the drawers next to my bed." Her face twisted in disgust. "I don't want to touch your underwear." Higan and I laughed. "If there was underwear there, I wouldn't let you clear it out." She walked to the drawer and spared me one last glare before saying, "You better not be lying." "Where's Marcy?" I asked as I watched her stuff things into another box. "She's preparing something." "What is it?" "She said that it's a secret."

The grand hall is the highest point in the whole of Boki's temple and believed to be built in the middle. It stood tall on layers of bricks and stones over twenty metres off the ground. It was mostly used for training sessions. I was sure no one would be in it taking the steps two are a time I hurry to the spacious hall the doors were open wide, empty like I expected. Looking through the wooden windows I spot pa's silver robe, he was heading towards the forest he suddenly stops scanning his environment certained no one followed him he vanished

Perry asked feeling serious now. "yes, I do -about Sariana and jojo, they are -ugly, particularly dirty and ehm --they choke each other and er - they make my sister traumatized, that's all I know." Temi said as he removed the soft wood foam kiss cover from the bottle he just picked out from the shelf and poured few ounces of Riesling Trocken Beer in the two tumblers he just set down on the cabinet. Temi walked round the cabinet to pull out a stood and sat as well without not putting the glass unto his mouth and drank in.

” ßenlong said showing the stair to the next floor which is located near the bookshelf under that giant window. Alfi looks at the scattered tentacles on the floor and says, ’let’s have a break then. Anyone likes Takoyaki and Okonomiyaki?” Alfi draws the magic curtain and throws it forward. He takes it back and they see a set of Takoyaki and Okonomiyaki cooking ware with a box of cold beverages and the ingredients like eggs, flour, water, etc. “I do!” Jeje and Herman exclaimed. “Alfi, don’t we have to hurry?” Kartika asked.

Tightening her grip on the broken end of the stick, she waited, just in time for the tiger to leap into the air, aiming for her throat. Stepping to the right, she swung the stick, making sure her footing was balanced enough to cause severe damage. The tiger whimpered like a wounded dog as the force of impact carried it back towards the far side of the forest. Despite the intensity of the situation, Ejima couldn't help the smile of triumph that plastered the side of her face. She had seen worse and had succeeded. This won't be an exception. She was going to kill the tiger and use its skin as a pelt.

An outsider learning their style seems unfair. A young girl at the table was visibly excited. She is wearing a formal turquoise kimono with temari designs on the skirt. She has her chestnut-colored hair tied into a bun and decorated with a temari hairpin to hold it up. She has a silver swan crest on the back of her kimono, depicting their family crest. "Did you seriously have to overdress yourself like this?" The boy next to her irritably said, He is wearing casual clothes and has the same chestnut colored hair and eyes as his sister. Both are nearly identical in appearance.

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.

There are tall oval-shaped booths with long tables placed symmetrically across the colossal, yet somehow intimate room, and instead of ceramic plates, lie naked women with Japanese foods making up the curves of their bodies. This is none other than Nyotaimori. An ancient Japanese art where food and sensuality become acquainted. The chefs carefully dress the muse with leaves, allowing for the food to sit without rolling off or touching skin. There is no contact between guests and the woman, only experience and appreciation. The two women continue walking, into a separate section I assume to be for VIP. There are only two booths back to back, one of them empty for us to sit. Nancy nods me forw

Iridescent scales slide down her arms. "For a mortal that likes to whore herself out to paras you're one stupid as bitch. You don't have a clue how this world works. Well little clubwhore; you're about to get a crash course. Rage is my fated mate. We have sealed our bond. That means I have all his memories right up here." Remi says tapping the side of her head. Emerson shrugs her shoulders.

They both take a seat there and he continues- “Now then we were speaking about the ‘Akaname’, right?” “It was the ‘Tenjo kudari’.” says Ayame while correcting him. “Yes, the ‘Tenjo kudari’ as you told us about. Could you describe it from your point of view just so I know that you two saw the same thing?” “Sure. It was quite huge, had a long neck and had a creepy smile as it played doll house with the two of them.” “Hm! Okay! We definitely messed up one thing brat. The fact that it wasn’t a licker but a hanger.