Tensura Novels & Stories

Tom's leg bounced up and down as he sat impatiently waiting for the pod to reach the restaurant. His cuff read "18:25". He looked at the simple gold ring on his left hand as he wrung his hands together. A message flashed on his cuff and he turned to read it. "Kena: I got a seat. S87." He flicked his fingers above the cuff and the message dutifully spelled out: "Almost there." He sent it off with a curt motion and went back to wringing his hands. He had to get himself together. He ran his fingers through his dyed dark hair to give them something else to do. He pulled on the strands and tried to focus on something other than his nervousness.

the latter asked, the surprised expression on his face understandable as nothing on the equipment or around it gave an indication to that effect. "The energy readings," Jay replied and stepped forward to put his hand over the equipment which responded with some light red waves swimming around it to connect with the outstretched hand. "Everything in the equipment, both material and technology is degrading into an entropic energy that's steadily building over time. The critical point of that buildup is thirty minutes later so I figured that's when it will explode." "Can we defuse it?" Adolf asked.

They both glared at each other murderously. ''If you are going to capture me prepare to have your ears bitten off '' she threatened through her teeth and Sven resisted the urge to yank her towards himself and spit in her red face, instead he pushed up his arm guard flashing his tattoo quickly, Zutara gasped in surprise making her lose her grip and fall to the ground.

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

I slightly relax. “Hello Onda, I’m Brian but my friends call me Burly.” As they should. He holds out his hand and I stare the hand the size of my head for a second before shaking it. “Can you believe that she’s been here even longer than me? She’s been on her own for a few years.”

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

Understanding, he secured his grip around me and leaned his chin on top of my head. "I want you to breathe with me as I count, okay? Continue focusing on my voice-ten," He began, feeling his chest rise and fall against my face. As he counted down, my stagnant breaths gradually fell in sync with his measured ones. Still closing my eyes, my body loosened up in his grip, the tension in my muscles starting to relax. Reaching the last few numbers, I tried letting go of the emotional weight that clung to every inch of me, through the remaining exhales.

He lets out a long, guttural roar, his body arching violently as he spills into her. Zack’s fingers claw at the mattress, his knuckles white, as he holds himself rigid, riding out the waves of sensation that threaten to tear him apart. The room is silent for a moment, save for their synchronized, ragged breathing and the distant hum of the motel’s air conditioner. Slowly, his muscles begin to uncoil and he collapses forward, his chest heaving against Anna’s back. His skin is slick with sweat, and he can feel the steady thud of her heart against his own.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

The crowd was gathered around the bed, leaned in and mesmerized by the intensity. Quill reached, his hand skimming against Hawk’s chest. The contact dragged the fabric tight, creating shadows that rippled with the music and their movements. Hawk’s hand mirrored the motion, moving across Quill’s body as their outlines shifted closer together. The sheet clung to their bodies, every ripple and fold revealing the interplay of their connection.