Novel & Cerita Tensura Shizu

He chuffs at her and she nods. As these extremist gamblers watch the battle, I see Ishir attempting to do a partial shift. I watch as he carefully hides his hand that completely shifts into a tiger’s paw. I turn to Zaiden, but he’s watching the match, concerned for his mate. When I look at Tana, she is still in her sitting position, but her face is raised to the sky, her eyes closed. I can see from here that she’s taking in huge breaths, breaths that are larger than she should be able to take. It almost looks like her body is expanding as she breathes. Ishir is also watching her, and I see him nod his head, as if what she is doing makes sense.

His shizun is extremely. "Ouch! A-ah! Shizun, Shizun, Shizun, Shizun, Shi-- It's excruciating!" In excruciating pain, Tian Su exclaimed. He hisses and looks straight at his Shizun with eyes filled with tiny tears because of the surprise pain he received from the wounds on his hands.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Shizu's mind try to reason with him when the sound of car horn brought Shizu back to reality. He look at the person and asked, "How can I help you?" The guy pull down his sunglasses and his grey eyes look at Shizu. He is wearing a white tshirt on which he has covered himself with a green blazer which perfectly suited his white skin complexion. He had a piercing in his left ear. Looking at him Shizu instantly came to a conclusion that the guy is either mix breed or a foreigner.

I turn my head and see the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. His hazel coloured eyes watching me, and he smirks. He is tall, muscular and has that dangerous vibe to him. The dark tattoos peek through the two buttons that are unbuttoned. His pecs and abs are strong. His jawline could cut glass. This man was sculpted by the gods.

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Sehrize returns the contents of her head that went too far. TBC.

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

Eye catching and it didn't have his name signed at the tip of the photograph rather, a different kind of name that didn't feel like hers. 𝒀𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎. 𝑻𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒂. "You like it?" His voice was thicker. He pulled her closer, his hands circling on her waist. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. His scent— an infiltrating mix of fresh scent of flowers and bubble showers.

It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…