kimono invictus

"To the Winds of flower, to the stream of the river, Katsumi Kejoro at your service" The Femal Yokai Kejoro after been exorcised and brought back to a new life as a woman after given a chance by the monk. She notes all her clients who she had tended.Some good, some bad, some evil, some change. The short story is about every client from different eras who she had done their hair.

In the quiet heart of Kyoto, where cherry blossoms fall like whispered regrets, Aya Kurenai dances alone — a gifted but forgotten performer of traditional *Nihon Buyō*, clinging to a dying art in a world that no longer listens. Until **he** appears. From the cracked mirror of an abandoned theater, a man in a black kimono lined with red offers her a deal: **fame beyond imagination**, in exchange for just one thing — her next dance. And the one after that. And every one until she forgets her own name. She agrees. Overnight, Aya becomes a sensation. Her movements are hypnotic, her beauty otherworldly. Clad in a crimson kimono that binds to her skin like a second soul, she ascends to stardom. But with each performance, something slips away — a memory, a name, a feeling. Her best friend notices she no longer laughs. Her lover realizes she can’t remember their first kiss. Because the man who gave her fame is no man at all. He is **Ren**, the Prince of the Forgotten — a *yokai* who feeds on perfection, who collects artists not for their blood, but for their **identity**. And Aya is not the first Crimson Dancer. She is the **thirteenth**. As her soul unravels, a hidden war begins to surface. A secret society of artists — *The Crimson Chain* — fights to preserve memory through forbidden dances. A detective hunts the truth behind vanishing performers. And her sister, Yumi, will cross mountains to save her from a fate worse than death: **eternal beauty, and eternal emptiness**. Now, Aya must choose: Dance forever in a world of mirrors — Or perform one final dance to reclaim her name… Even if it means **dancing with the devil in a red kimono**.

An old former mercenary Alexander, from the States, is reborn. A "divine" messenger of chaos sends him into a fantasy world to grow, explore, exploit, and eventually wreak havoc. This stories world building such as creatures/races, planes of existence, and magic abilities will be influenced by western fantasy. This is my first time writing a novel, so please leave a comment or review with your feedback. I hope you enjoy.

The Earth as you know it is over. Mysterious beings called Spirits are looking for their Emissaries. You can trust no one in this apocalyptic world. Anything can happen at anytime. Laws of Physics are a joke now. Can our heroes survive and uncover the secrets of the universe?

The rare skill non-Combatant Job class meets the Legend Combatant Job class. I acquired a rare skill when I had the desire to fight for my second-time life. I don't want to stand by anymore watching the monsters with their various powers trying to destroy the place where my second life has just begun. I promise to risk my whole life for this new world even though I am unknown, abused, and also considered an enemy to the Hero and his allies. For me, the most important thing is her safety as well as the world I live in now. Fuck the others! I call myself Invictus. The one who will save the world from behind the shadows.

Mengalahkan sebuah Boss yang sulit dikalahkan merupakan suatu kebanggaan tersendiri bagi para player yang menikmati sebuah game. Sayangnya Kevin Andia, hanyalah seorang player biasa Rata - Rata tanpa kemampuan khusus apapun. Tetapi sebuah kejadian tak terduga muncul, dia terjatuh dari tangga dan meninggal dunia, tereinkarnasi ke dunia yang berbeda. Berusaha untuk bertahan hidup, diapun berusaha menjadi penguasa dunia dengan kekuatan yang dia miliki. Menuju puncak kejayaan, Tapi kehidupan tak seindah itu halangan dan cobaan harus dia lewati terlebih dahulu! Simaklah, Novel buatan pemula tentang seorang pemuda yang bertingkah layaknya seorang penguasa.

Sometimes life can be so unpredictable and what you see is not real.Mia was devastated to see people of her beloved town getting killed around her by mysterious person.To give her nightmares the Police think it's her.Her best friend is her prime suspect.Lets find out who is that murderer as the scenario gets spooky.

¿Qué pasaría si un día un hombre te apuñala y reencarnas? Todo el esfuerzo que hiciste en tu primera vida fue en vano, aquel trabajo que te fue difícil llevar a cabo en años, te es arrebatado por alguien que solo intentó dominarte. Durante la época en la que vives, las mujeres son mal vistas trabajando como geishas, muchos confunden lo tradicional con la prostitución. Al morir, los dioses te dan una segunda oportunidad; un trabajo de tiempo completo como demonio de los deseos. Tu deber es cumplir cada petición sin excusas, personas que desean una forma de liberar esas emociones que les impiden cumplir sus objetivos. ¿En qué te beneficia? Cada deseo equivale un porcentaje para recuperar eso que perdiste. Mientras ese pequeño jarro se llena de cada deseo, las probabilidades de regresar a la vida son cada vez más cercanas. Cada capítulo, una historia diferente, unos buenos otros malos. ¿Te atreves a soportarlos? ¿Qué tan bueno eres como para no odiar a tu especie?

In a world shrouded in secrecy and magic, a powerful young man is betrayed and killed by the very organization that raised him. The Shadow Masters, a clandestine group of assassins, have deemed him a threat due to his extraordinary skills and genius. Reborn in a magical realm where individuals possess unique talents, he discovers he has been granted the rare gift of unparalleled intelligence. As he navigates this new world, he seeks to uncover the dark truths behind the organization that betrayed him and ultimately seeks revenge.

"So, what do you want to do?" Audrey's voice was gentle yet probing, seeking a glimpse into the depths of my heart amidst the wreckage. "I want to forget it all," I replied, the words raw and desperate. "Forget our relationship, forget the lives I took." Fresh tears welled, blurring my vision. "Are you sure? Some memories are worth holding onto," she countered, her voice laced with worry, as if fearing I was making a choice I might regret. "Not when they hurt. Not when they're constant reminders of what could have been," I retorted, each word a painful admission. "I have a way," she said suddenly, a flicker of determination igniting her features. She headed upstairs, beckoning for me to follow. A small spark of curiosity flickered within me amidst my despair.