Novels by francis anja

As I gained understand of what occurred, and slowly took note of my surroundings, I came to realise how poorly dressed the youth are.. most especially the lady folks, to which I was delighted. The reason for my present situation was, the owner of the body also called Masiv, picked a fight with a group among my peers and was beaten to death, hens my reborn into his body. And I swore to the previous owner to exact revenge for the previlage of being reborn in his body which was ideal for my arts. Well incase it was missed, I am I martial artist of the grand master level at the age of 30 with self invented arts. A mixture of my traditional dance and some profound movement techniques and combat strategies, although difficult it was effective, and how I was given a young body and a suitable environment to practice my profound cultivation techniques, so I hurried home and discovered no one was around so I entered the house, sat crossed feet and began practicing my

"yawn" blurry visions containing confusion, yeah that time of the day masiv thought. The period he has to stand his lazy ass up from bed and prepare for work, "ooh ooh" he sighed. One could almost taste his despair in the air, funny enough, on this day I felt free. Like I had attained everything I could've ever wished for, almost like the universe was giving me that climax of satisfaction, I felt full of life and thought to myself, "let's kill this thing."On my way to work, I witnessed an act of pure evil, those who endulge in such acts fall below the standards of filt. A subtle rage grew within me, before Aonduna, I screamed "nemba hunden?, Dae nen kwala." With disgust in my vision to a bunch of men ass open dicks out and forcefully plunging into a terrified young and beautiful lady, who I am quite familiar with. Which intensified my anger as I took a step towards these bastards. Instinctively I threw a punch at one of them, which brought them out of their shock and th