Buta Yarou Novels & Stories

their eyes challenged each other. “I, Robut of Buthak… refuse and sever the bonds between me and Renatta of Buthak, from this moment on… there are no more bonds between us, and we are strangers.” He said firmly. With trembling eyes, Rena tried to stand up straight. She would not cry, "I, Renatta of Buthak.. accept Robut's refusal, may we live happily with separate destiny." Rena said her voice slightly lowered at the end.

NOTHING is ever more important than Ara. That is the thing Ara learned after being discharged from the J Hospital. For whatever reason her parents were convinced that staying with Van is better for her health and safety. Van, short for Vanluke, literally never left her alone even when she’s taking a private bath in a private property mansion somewhere in Luzon near no neighborhood in the middle of a mountain. When she got there something tells her that she’s been there before but recollection of solid memories. Van is incredibly wealthy to have a security team patrolling the corners of his mansion. But more importantly, even if Van does have to leave her side for a brief hour of shower, he’d

Crap crap double crap. The hard devilish thing lands precisely on my ankle, and it hurts. I even let out a small yelp of pain. What is it with me and hurting myself with inanimate objects? I look over my shoulder at him. His eyes hold an amused light in them for a second, and then he's back to being himself and something else. His eyes move to my back, and I follow his eyes to my exposed before, which means that my butt is visible. I move quickly under the sheets, but the damage is done, he's seen it, and we now avoid each other eyes. I'm sure I'm entirely scarlet. I can feel the fire on my face and chest.

"Thank you" I heard it, I heard it all, how they treated me like I was a ticking time bomb

neol gaduneun yuricheonjang ttawin buswo Turn it up! (turn it up!) Burn it up! (burn it up!) seungniye nakkaji (fight!) mureup kkulchi ma muneojijima That's (do) not today! Not not today! Not not today! Hey baepsaedeura da hands up Hey chingudeura da hands up Hey nareul mitneundamyeon hands up chong! jojun! balsa! jukji ana mutji mara

Nikita yelled with her index finger pointed at Carly in anger Carly furrowed her brows before straightening them again "Good morning Luna" she bowed slightly. "I do not want your stupid good morning" she spat in rage "What did you do yesterday?" Carly opened her mouth to speak but Nikita didn't let her as she spat in anger again "So you and your silly little sister think you can ruin my plans? Carly, you want to disgrace me? In my kingdom!" She yelled. When Carly heard Kihara's name being called she snapped

The girl’s name was Yara Warran, a thoughtful and hardworking young woman. Since moving into the Hillside Villa, she had been like a little helper whenever Suzy was home, always bringing her tea or water with a cheerful smile. Today was no different. The moment Suzy walked in from work, Yara hurried out of the kitchen to greet her. “You’re back! I made lemon butter fish tonight. It’s a recipe my mom taught me. It might not be as good as hers, but I hope you’ll give it a try.”

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥. 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸?" "𝘠𝘦𝘱! 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘮𝘮-....𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘕𝘪𝘤?"

Clarita gave Byan a code to immediately return Yara to her. With a heavy heart, Byan gave Yara to the woman in the knee-length floral dress. Byan then looked at Yandra, who was in Bi Lusi's arms; he held his for a moment and said goodbye to the adorable baby. "I'm going," said Byan, saying goodbye to Clarita. The 22-year-old woman raised Yara's arm and waved at the man in a navy suit.

Daisy thought, “Yuki is used to getting a new life step by step.” When Daisy got a message from Hana said that Yuki went somewhere overnight, didn’t come home.” Daisy laughed at Hana who was like the mothers hugging their children. Daisy said: “That’s too normal for a nice girl of her 20s. Want to try everything to know their own feelings. In general, the more Yuki wants to grow up , the more she needs to go over the experiences. This path, she has to go by herself, nobody helps her.