Yandere Shinobu Novels & Stories

"You are so beautiful, my dear. Today is a great day and we shall celebrate it for its greatness." He kissed her cheek and gazed openly at his other daughters. They could not contain their excitement. He was elated for them. He looked at her and, in her eyes, he could see her; his mother. Shinja had the loveliest eyes, brown like her grandmother. She had taken a little white streak on the left side of her hair. To be the youngest but the most reliable and mature had not been much of a choice to her. Her sisters were reluctant in taking on tough responsibilities so her empathetic nature made her engage in activities beyond her age. She understood her father's plight and always went out to hel

Hong and Monica then turned and they saw a young woman with crazy-looking sanpaku eyes, thin black eyebrows, long black hair that falls down her back and some strands that fall over her face, an ample bosom, full red lips, a toothy grin revealing her shark-like teeth and a pair of rectangular semi-rimmed glasses. She wears a white smart shirt and dark pants. "Ms. Tomari!" Hong was surprised. "You bastard!? Didn't you know that you have a match in a week?! Do you want me to lose that contract?! If so then can you be responsible and pay me 4 billion yen worth of contract?!" Hong was speechless, but he couldn't refute anything. He let out a sigh and looked at Monica. "Let's meet again, Nobi Nob

A long scar crossed her throat. The same place Kiyomi’s knife had touched mine. Kiyomi saw it. “That is not you.” The woman smiled. “Which one?” Her voice entered the chamber without opening the door. I stepped closer. “Who are you?” She placed one hand over the scar. “A memory with nowhere to die.” Shigure lowered his sword. “Astraya.” The woman’s gaze moved to him. “Executioner.” Something passed between them. Recognition. Hatred. Renji cursed under his breath.

The Emperor’s voice was melancholic. “In the beginning, the word ‘shinobu’ signified both the one who conceals and the one who endures. Great practitioners of the Slayer arts hide not only their physical form but also their spiritual war, their inner demons. This young girl, my granddaughter, has shown to us today the true meaning of the name ‘shinobu’. She has exemplified our spirit. “How many of you will have the courage to question the truth? How many of you will have the determination to clear your doubts no matter how daunting the task? And how many amongst you will face your darkest self, reconquer it, and thereafter endure in silence?”

Qin Haodong glared at her and said coldly, "If I say you're foolish, then you are foolish. If you offend me again at a time like this, do you believe me when I say I will spank you?" "You..." Although Yagyuu Yukime was extremely angry, she glanced at Nalan Wushuang and Qi Waner next to her. If she was spanked again in front of these two women, she really would be unable to keep on living. So, she could only suppress her anger and swallow the words back into her stomach. "That's better. Just be good!" Qin Haodong said to Qi Waner and Nalan Wushuang, "Let me introduce her to you. This is the eldest lady of the Japanese Yagyuu family, a heaven level ninja, Miss Yagyuu Yukime."

the young lady said as she raised an eyebrow. Shiro balled his palms in so much frustration and then let out three consecutive deep breaths to calm himself because of the quick consumption of his patience brought by the annoying and stubborn girl he met. "I'm an ancient ethereal beast. That alone is enough reason," he replied with mixed arrogance when he calmed down.

"uff" a young female groaned her Hanbok was slightly torn, the number of stitches were clearly going to go one up this night. Her face was slightly round revealing a little bit of childness but her peach blossomed eyes didn't held any signs of childness rather they held coldness. Shen Xinyi pushed herself up and looked at her frail hands those hands were so weak they looked as if one single snap can break them next to her laid an axe it was clear that she was out for firewood .

So, she said lightly, “That’s up to you, Mr. Kobayashi. I’ll simply close my eyes and rest for a while.” Jiro nodded before he simply sat down diagonally across from Nanako. He could not help but feel a little excited when he saw Nanako, who looked so beautiful when she was closing her eyes with such a calm expression on her face. He secretly thought to himself, ‘This woman is really deliberate in counsel, but prompt in action. She was so heroic and cool in the arena, but when she quietens down, she is extremely gentle and calm. Moreover, she has such a beautiful and charming appearance. She is definitely the ‘Yamato Nadeshiko’ that all Japanese men love.’