Toradora Novels & Stories

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 _Ujuritaellianna √√√

Tora pointed towards a platter than had to have at least twenty freaking pancakes on it. “They smell so good. What did you put in them?!” I asked taking a big whiff of them. “Dragon’s Blood.” Tora smirked. My jaw dropped and I’m sure my eyes were the size of baseballs and my eyebrows were up to my hairline. Tora started laughing, “I’m just joking. They’re strawberry.” “Now that sounds amazing!” I said gathering my mouth off the floor and turning to get a plate. I stacked 4 pancakes on it and lathered up the syrup before grabbing a fork and joining them at the table. Tora was showing me all the plans she had drawn up for their house Gunner found them. It looked really cute.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

"The idea is to give you more than you can handle. You see, no one is at infinity when it comes to show of power. If there is more in you than in me then you should have your lucky star to thank," I said. The python then raised his head. Without wasting further time I unleashed every single thread of Tadara in me, "Water style Tadara, bloody midst!" I screamed. Bloody midst was a special Tadara that sucks everything in me, it creates a midst like blood and absorbs the life force of my opponent with rapid speed. If it is unable I may likely die in the process because my life force is what it being used to absorb the life force of rhe opponent.

Ashrac Looking down at the small white business card in my hand, I can't help wondering what I'm doing here. I've sunk so low even my best chess strategy won't save me. I glance up at "ODA" etched in white block letters on the glass door in front of me. Otherworld Dating Agency. Shrugging, I decide to go for broke. What the hell do I have to lose at this point? I open the door and shove it forward a little harder than I meant to. It slams against the far wall with a thud. A woman behind a large oak desk looks up and scowls. I grimace inside my head because I'm accustomed to that exact look from my mother when she's unhappy about something I've done. This won't go well.

"Madam…if you want it for your hair then I will bring odorous oil for you. For now, I have Tara Mir (a kind of oil) and pure mustard oil. I brought it from my village." "Yes, I want this Tara Mir." Biya instantly said what came to her mind first. "But madam, this Tara Mir oil isn't suitable for everyone. It's very bitter. And most often it causes burning in the eyes and pain in the head in most people." Sultan gave her his information. "Ok then give me the other one." Biya finds it also dangerous for herself. Whether it does not happen, on her mission of teaching Sikandar Shah a lesson, she harms herself.

Torque punched in the numbers and rested on the edge of the desk. “Hatchett, it’s Torque. You got a sec? I got a plate I need you to run… yeah… L07E17…” Torque smiled as my ears strained to hear Hatchett. “Excellent. Thanks, man.” Torque hung up as his attention shifted between me and Ciara. “Hatchett got a ping on the plates, and you’re never going to believe who they belong to.” “Shiro Kenji,” Ciara answered as she pointed to the screen where she had run the plates through.

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Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Then Torres did something that made my stomach turn. As Lydia moved in for another strike, Torres kicked dirt from the ring floor directly into her eyes. Lydia cried out, stumbling back with her hands covering her face. She was completely blind and vulnerable.