Chie Yukiko Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

The moment I got home, I holed myself up in my room and began my extensive research into the Yukimura siblings. And I found out a lot. A whole lot. Apparently, Yukimura Rei is half-Japanese and half-French— and she is an accomplished omega ballerina. She is quite well-known in high-class performing circles. She has many newsworthy performances tied to her name. Among them is a special dance she performed for the president of France on his birthday— Rei is endeared to quite a number of politicians, and is known to have rejected more marriage proposals than any other omega in the entertainment industry.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

Deployment plan: high-efficiency snack conversion. Kenta threw his hand up like a bidding paddle at auction. “I’m in! But I wanna play the CEO who gets bought out.” Takuto shook his head, pushing up his glasses. “Your BMI and splash radius make you more suitable for the hostile takeover party.” Yuki, perched near the window with a suspiciously thick notebook, raised a hand. “I’ve already infiltrated the other classes. I have a list of their planned performances.” “I... I must be losing it,” Miu groaned. “Why am I agreeing to this?”

Before Qin Haodong could, Hu Xiaoxian stopped him and said, "Stop daydreaming! Look at yourself! Do you even know what you look like? I throw up every time I see you." Leng Feng's face turned grim. He made his move in no time, but Zhou Tianhu stopped him. "Don't get provoked by them, sir. You can do anything to that woman as long as you kill the gigolo boy." Leng Feng held back his anger. He sniffed and didn't reply to Zhou Tianhu. Zhou Tianhu pointed at Yagyuu Yukime and said, "This is Yagyuu Yukime, a Heaven-Level ninja from Nihon, also a supreme power."

She says while helping me get to my feet. She’s a head taller than I am, with the athletic build of a ballerina… but Yukihime is different. Instead of conforming to the rules of being a Vega, she rebels at every turn. Where Luna Umiko was poised and proper, Yuki serves to break down everything they have taught her. All while wearing bright pink. “No worries. Everything okay?” I ask as I pick up my handbag. “You seem pissed. Wanna talk about it?” “YUKI!” Kira calls her and she rolls her eyes before nodding her head, so I pull her towards the hidden cellar I once took Kira to.

she dipped her head while still seated, hair flapping up and down like a flag. "It's fine." I was slightly annoyed, everyone was leaving out their hobbies except for one but if they didn't feel comfortable sharing, nor cared to share, I didn't want to force them. It's not that important... still it would be nice to learn more about them since I'll be working with them. Am I being unreasonable? The last girl was the tallest, she had long curly bleached white hair. "Hayashida Yoriko. Drums." "..." So this is how they're going to be? Fine.

I skip further into the little book, slightly curious about the dates I've noticed this far until I reached a page that caught my eye. December 21, 1997. The ground is covered with snow, the tulips and rose buds I've come to love and treasure are no more, yet I don't feel lonely or cold. Someone lies ever so comfortable in her basket figetting about- right now only just smiled at me. Her skin is a creamy pale colour with burnt brown hair that dares to become red at the touch of light, her eyes sparkle with such a vibrant pink it's hard to never smile whenever I think of the child before me. I've named her Yuuki, because she was born at the time of snow. December 17, 1997.

“Lily – I need you ASAP. Where are you?” I ask Lily through our mind-link. There is only one person who would understand why I am freaking out right now. Waiting for a couple minutes, she finally replies, “Ugh Katie – I am in training and then I have some work to do at the childcare.”