Chihiro X Haku Novels & Stories

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t

Daiki advised, and Haru nodded smiling. Daiki went over to his seat and took a seat. Sakura and Maki went to him while Haru took a seat next to Ida. "I have been a fan of you" Haru spoke first. "Thank you for being a fan" "I'm Haru, and you are Ida Okino Mitsuko," He said, and she smiled faintly. "You have done the introduction yourself." Ida stood up and tried walking away when Haru held her wrist. "Can we rehearse together?"

When I looked at Hiro, his face was dark as he looked at me. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him out. "I want to punch Luca even if he's my friend." Hiro said, annoyed while holding my hand tightly. I kiss him on the lips. "You shouldn’t get mad. It will always be you." I said and smiled. Hiro's face was full of emotion as he looked into my eyes. He’s still mad, but not that mad. "And it will always be you, love." He said. He immediately grabbed my nape and pulled me close to his face. He claimed my lips and we enjoyed the night as we shared the kiss that sealed our hearts.

It was like his second home. “Spill” Sakura said, popping her bubble gum. Fujirawa Sakura is a fair-skinned cutie who had a strange obsession with the colour pink. She has long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and an amazing figure. Her future ambition is to be a model which everyone thinks will be absolutely possible. She used to have a crush on me and we slept together once when we were both drunk. It’s something I’ll always regret. She wanted us to get together but I told her we could only be friends. Nothing more. Toshiro made a gesture for us to all move closer which we did. He then whispered, brown eyes twinkling; “I found out that Hina is two weeks pregnant and Ren is the father”

They were heading for the moment that their bodies were slowly heating up when Haria pushed Jacob slightly as if she already came back to her senses. "It-It's not right, Jacob. W-We're already both mated. Although I've already made up my mind to forget Marky. But you, I know that you and Divine are happy together," Haria immediately said. As much as possible, she tried to fight her feelings, although she's been wishing for a long time to be with Jacob again. That she's longing for his hugs and kisses, and even for his body. Then, Jacob just averted his gaze from her.

Her voice almost cracked upon mentioning Mikan’s name. Hiro looked away. “Actually, I thought the same, too. But...” He looked up and met Reiri’s eyes. “I was wrong. All this time, I was making myself believe that it was her. Just to divert my feelings and attention. When in fact, it’s actually you,” he whispered almost inaudibly, but enough for her to hear. Reiri couldn’t help but be surprised at that moment. “What? Y-you’ve got to be kidding me!” she yelled in frustration.

he glared at him. Kosuke gazed at Hiro intensively, then smiled falsely looking my way. “Good to see you alive… Ms. Kowalsky,” he snickered, passed by us, and walked into the meeting room. Hiro tightened the grip on my hand. I could easily see how hard he tried to remain composed. Hiding the murderous expression on his face was much harder. Although, my body kept shivering I decided to smile to give Hiro courage. “Show them who the real Tsuchida koukei is…” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.

Ropes of various thicknesses and colors were laid out neatly on low tables. Hiroshi demonstrated first on a regular partner, a graceful Japanese woman named Aiko in her late thirties. He worked with fluid precision, creating an intricate full-body harness that accentuated her lithe form. The audience watched in attentive silence as he suspended her partially, then took her in a slow, controlled rhythm. The sounds of rope creaking and skin meeting skin filled the space. Mia watched from the side, a sharp twist of jealousy mixing with heavy arousal. Aiko’s quiet, controlled moans made her own pussy throb in memory. Then Hiroshi turned to Mia. “If you’re willing.”

"Nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm glad that you're together with Hig. He sometimes wanders about like a lost soul with all his talk about not being able to love freely." "Don't embarrass me," Higan groaned. "I'm trying to impress him here." "Higan and I aren't together.... In that way," I cleared and Nico's surprised look surprised me. He turned his head to Higan. "You're not?" "Not yet," Higan answered with a nonchalant shrug and brightened up immediately. "The usual, please. For my companion and I." He nodded and got to work at making our drinks. "Not yet?" I teased and Higan faced me.