My Ninja Girl by Gideon Caldwell

Killer nuns with gattling guns in this complete cultivation series!

My ninja girl

Micah Regent is a pre-med student in Neo-Hokkaido, just hoping his snarky grandmother's prayer can help him pass an exam. When two sexy ninja girl statues come to life before his very eyes and start fighting each other, his life will never be the same.

Drawn into a rebel faction by an old friend and his less-than-perfect luck, Micah must not only defy the iron-handed, bucket-headed Society of Monks (and killer nuns), he must uncover the secrets behind the ninja girls and the industria that not only runs the world, but through his veins. You already know he's going to save the day, so the real question is: how many ninja girls can he marry along the way?

Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Action & Adventure

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / General

Language: English

Keywords: Killer nuns with gattling guns!

Word Count: 76000

Sales info:

These are shorter books, and the four-book series has nearly 2 million page reads and 4,200 sales.


Sample text:

Micah Regent reached the gates of the Shuna Ray Shrine just as an epic rain started up, lightning crackling in the heavens above, the dark clouds blotting out the floating districts of Neo-Hokkaido.

He really didn’t have any other option now.

He needed this to happen for both his parents’ legacy and to keep his scholarship. Unless he suddenly grew smarter over the next twelve hours, this really was his last resort.

The gate of the shrine creaked open. Micah stepped into the courtyard, where he saw the symbol for the Society of Monks on one of the buildings. The sign was backlit and blazing in the dark, the technology just a step ahead of anything else in the Thunderhama District.

To avoid the downpour, he slipped under the covering provided by a small guard stand near the gate. Micah shook his arms out and wiped some of the water off his brow, wishing he had worn a rain jacket or brought an umbrella.

Instead, he was in his university uniform, his black tie loose around his neck, his jacket with the emblem on his chest sopping wet, same with his pants. About the only thing dry on him were his feet, which were protected by high-quality leather. But these would soon be wet, especially as the water rose to his ankles. 

 


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