Novel & Cerita Ayana Tsubaki

Masaki snapped again. "You should care! She is Hayato Aniki's daughter. She is the only remaining member of your blood family." Yui spoke up boldly but cautiously. "That child ceased to be my concern the moment Hayato decided to leave me! I have Kenji!" Masaki hissed, glaring at Yui. But Yui wasn’t easily intimidated, so he continued. "But that doesn’t change the fact that Akiko is the last remaining member of the Tanaka family. You should—" "SILENCE! I didn’t raise you to be a rebel!" Masaki turned his chair to face Yui. Masaki grabbed the cane beside his wheelchair and hooked Yui’s arm with the curved end, forcing him to bow lower.

"Maintain optimal interpersonal relationships... but keep a low profile." His eyes swept across the room—then froze. Second row, by the window. A girl with twin pigtails, licking a lollipop and swinging her legs idly, waited for the teacher. Takuto's pupils contracted. His fingers loosened. The academic roadmap slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a smack. “Yama... Yamada Section Chief?!” The girl turned at the sound of his voice and gave him a sweet, innocent smile. “Just call me Miu~!”

Joining their hushed conversation by the barrel while Aya finds another corner to sit with Soko in. “That explains the dumb outfit.” Maka adds. I know I’ve seen the red head before, but can’t really put a name to a face. “Oh, that’s actually super cute,” Taki, the one I’m certain I do know rolls her silver eyes. She’s a Fey, but wealthy enough it’s overlooked by the nobles, and nosey enough the Oni don’t mind. As something of the village gossip who gives everyone the juicy goings ons, she’s accepted in most every circle.

Just as Nana was about to suggest calling off the charade, a new face appeared at the edge of the dais. Ayra, a young woman from a minor pack with hair the color of burnished copper, stood there, her head bowed in demure respect. Unlike the other girls, her dress was simple yet elegant, devoid of ostentatious jewelry. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were downcast, a stark contrast to her usual fiery spirit. Nana recognized her instantly. Ayra was known for her gentle nature and unwavering loyalty – qualities that were sorely lacking in the other candidates.

*** During lunch break, Miyazaki Nana's table in the cafeteria was always filled with her closest friends in school. Of course, there's Endo Hiroshi sitting right next to her. Then across from Hiroshi is Ito Yui, also one of the known goddesses in Hirosaki High. Right beside Yui is her boyfriend and the campus hottie Miyamura Kai, and on the left side from Nana's seat is another known goddess of Hirosaki High, Watanabe Rin. They were all talking about one particular thing, Miyazaki Nana's 18th birthday.

Her brothers walked out and shut the door behind them, leaving her in her cold room, with her damp tears collapsing in on themselves and her loud sobs that she kept to herself. 🌹 The tailors measured dutifully, whispering to themselves. They’d secretly give her pitying looks as if knowing the fate before her, but she caught those looks. If they thought they were sly, then she was James Bond. But it wasn't just them, though, all the maids, the guards, so-called henchmen, they all gave her those pitying looks. “Anaya,” She jerked furiously and accidentally knocked the tailor down,

I simply don’t know how to protect the alliance, without taking my fiancée as my Luna. As I am about to take her hand, I feel Anya’s hand on my shoulder. “Still breaking it to the little Lily pad that you are rejecting her, Jar?” she asks. “Anya, it’s not that easy,” I start to say. “Oh Jar, it’s super simple. You reject her, she accepts, end of story,” Anya says.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

All I know is that their emperor is called an Alpha and they do also have humans as slaves in their empires, but I know nothing about how their system works. No, I'm not a vampire. Sometimes, I wish I was a vampire because my life would have been way easier than it is now, but I'm not. If you are wondering who I am, my name is Rayne, Rayne Carson. I'm the one who learned that being gifted can sometimes be a curse.

' she murmurs. Akira lets out a nervous breath considering that the girl is no longer angry with him. He can't have her being a monochrome just before the match. He needs a strong supporter and Mira happens to be one. She is the strongest support he can get for now. The Sakiyurai organization must be passed down to her and not the male lead. He needs to make sure she gets the right to be the head! Akira is stuck with this thought as he glances over the said girl.