Novel & Cerita Tsumiki And The Strange Everyday Life Chapter 3

I worried at her strange behavior. She looked at me. Her eyes are streaming with tears. "Why didn't I see it before?" And then she retreated. What was that all about? What does Tori have to do with this? And what the hell is going on? ------- END OF CHAPTER 43 --------

Again she tripped and fall as she lied down crying. She suddenly heard footstep approaching her as she didn’t stop crying. She felt a huge hand rubbing her back as she slowly moved her face which had turned red up. “It is okay” said the strange man sitting next to her while rubbing her back. Miho rapidly hugged him as the strange man kept brushing her hair. “Shh, you are going to be okay” said the strange man staring at the walls of the building before them. “I don’t want to go home” Miho said. “Please don’t make me go back there.”

"Vengeance ought to be spoken through gritted teeth, spittle flying, the cords of one's soul so entangled in it that you can't let it go, even if you try." - Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Tohya Tanigawa practically stalked through the dormitory building of Hati in search of his male teammate and best friend. He wasn’t in his room. He wasn’t on the rooftop which he, Yuri and Ren usually went whenever they wished to be alone. He wasn’t even with Sunny, as the older Phantom was alone in his room reading a book.

“Well, for your information, this is Almothean speaking.” “Oh? Ohh Almothean! You jerk! After you demanded a kiss from me, you flee the next day! Do you know how much I think about you?! I’ve been thinking about you everyday! I busy myself with work so that I will forget about you but I still can’t! I always remember your handsome face and delicious lips. Even though you seem like a jerk last time at the bar, still I can’t make myself to hate you.hik..hik…”

The light gleamed off of the worn-down furniture and the porcelain dishes. Tamashi noticed that his brother’s eyes gleamed in the sunlight. He also had dark blue eyes, but unlike Tamashi, he had dirty blonde hair. Tamashi smiled. “Yeah, I promise. I’m Tamashi, and I always will be. I’m going to find a way to get out of this mess.” Yasa smiled in reply. “Alright, lil bro, I’ll remember that promise. Have a great day!” —— The autumn breeze carried leaves through the streets as Charlie, Anna, and Tsuru approached the coffee shop.

I swear, my life is like his own private soap opera. We reach the top of the stone steps of the basement, and I rush towards the front door, but something at the top of the stairs leading to the upper floors gets my attention. I stop walking, and my heart does a flip when I see a terrified Umiko with a cup of tea in her hands, looking straight at me. She frowns, then places the cup and saucer on the banister before walking down the stairs towards me. “Umiko, don’t-”

There's no saying what could happen at any moment. And she was right... _______ KircheLeaf Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere _______ ~ END of CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE ~

Pulls out the lumps of darkness, confused on which will work she so she tries the first one and settle the other one down. “Take me to the heart of everything!” And a road for her to follow is mapped out on the ground, “Ohh, guess I am handling the road one right now!” she begins following it. BACK HOME Takada wakes up and for the first time goes to check on Mukura and find her not there. Seeing wax on the floor she begins searching through her things. She stumbles upon a paper which looks like a list of things and she reads them out slowly. “Candles, a black mirror and an azan flower! Hmmm, where have I heard about this combination from? A beauty treatment? No, they would not need a black m

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Virando fractionally raised up his eyebrows. “Don’t tell me that you also got the same dream again last night. Didn’t you, My Sumi Darling?” Sumico nodded in her quite relaxed manner. Having got the similar dream again, Sumico had begun to get accustomed to it. For her, that dream wasn’t too mysterious, peculiar and questionable anymore.