Yu Shimamura Novels & Stories

Cammie had gone full Harley Quinn, complete with a baseball bat covered in rhinestones. "You think this is too much?" I asked, turning sideways to check the back. "Babe, nothing is too much here," Keiko said. She was applying red lipstick, her hand steady as she read her cupid bow. "Besides, you look hot. Own it." The door swung open and Madam Fantasy walked in. She wasn't old. She was maybe in her mid-forties, but she carried herself like someone who'd seen everything twice. Tonight she wore a black suit, her hair pulled back tight, her expression carried everything that she was about. Business.

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

The men found this amusing, and their laughter added to the women's shame. Amira ate only to sustain her strength for the goal she had set for herself: to kill her captors . She would not speak to her companions or listen to their fearful wailings. Dala tried to comfort her, but she could not tolerate any kindness and would not even speak to her. Her shame was too great, her bitterness too new. Wisely, Dala gave up for the time being.

I felt small compared to them but I didn’t remember seeing them at the engagement. “mother, father” Roman said stepping slightly away from me. “this is Camila Santiago” Mr. Romero put out his hand and I shook it softly. Mrs. Romero kissed my cheek gently and gave me a wide grin. “very pretty, quite the lady” Mrs. Romero said as we took our seat. “thank you, Mrs. Romero” I replied. She shook her head slowly. “call me Judith and he is Thomas” I nodded slowly. The waiter came to take our order for drinks. They all ordered wine while I resorted to juice.

I-Shirley 13 “ Wait… You think the Angel of Death has Shirley? ” asked Chief Tador, sounding a little panicky. Ackermann took a deep breath. “ Yes, Chief. ” Concurred, Ackermann. Chief Tador laughed hard. “ Quit being so Paranoid, Ackermann. Shirley is here with me and okay. ” “ Wait, what? ” asked Ackermann, in a loud and confused tone. “ Agent Shirley is here Ackermann, relax! ”

I replied with a smile. " So you are" he asked with a smile. " Ā watashi no manā o mite. I am sorry. I am Haru Salvador. I am Miss Pierce's assistant and a designer" I smiled and shake my hands with both of them. "Oh. Hi Haru nice to meet you" Yoshi said to me "You know me. But still Iam Yoshiyuki Hatori and this my friend here is Zen Kirishima" he added. I looked towards him and forwarded my hand for a shake. The moment he took my hand to shake I could feel a tingling feeling rushing through my arms. The moment he touched me my heart skipped a beat. Unable to move, yet drawn forward by some invisible force, I didn’t know what to do. I don’t usually lose confidence in myself, having dealt wi

Shima who was standing immediately sat next to Freddy. "About what?" Shima smiled, her face showing that he couldn't wait to hear what Kei had to say. "About the head of the creature." Kei spoke but slowly. Mrs. Zuiey came with a tray containing two glasses of cappuccino water. Kei and Freddy smiled at Mrs. Zuiey, without being asked. Shima already understood the tension between Kei and Freddy who were silent for a while.

The commentator's voice was soon heard as he professionally introduced the two fighters. "In one corner of the ring stood Yuka "The Samurai" Nakamura, a highly skilled martial artist hailing from Japan. She has trained extensively in karate and muay thai, and is known for her lightning-fast kicks and powerful punches. Yuka is also a master of grappling techniques, and can quickly take her opponents down to the mat.

I ask him genuinely, looking up to him. “I have checked everywhere, no one is here, and you’ll be safer over here.” He tells me calmly but I just shake my head vigorously. “Or that is what he wants us to think.” “Why are you assuming it’s a he, women can be murders too, girl power!” He tells me, making me roll my eyes. He is actually making jokes while there is someone in my house. “You’ll keep making jokes and I’ll be murdered by then. I said it’s a man because the shadow looked like one.” I say in a bitchy tone, making him smile.

"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