Erika Durarara Novels & Stories

"You must be Andrea's wife?" I nodded before looking over to Andrea. He was dancing salsa on the table with a few of the other important men in his cartel. They were all so drunk and it was sort of funny but it was still Andrea. "I'm Julia," she said. "I only know him through my mate." "I'm Ella," I said shaking her outstretched hand. She had a warm tone and just radiated friendliness as she smiled. "Who is your mate?" I asked. "You probably know him," she began. "Chico. One of Andrea's guards."

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.

And then at last she came to Zen and scouted between me and him. "I missed you brother", she said cheerfully in nihongo. Zen smiled back at her. "And you must be the boyfriend" she looked towards me. Pulling me into an unexpected hug. "By the way Iam Erina Kirishima", she said forwarding her hand towards me for a handshake. "Nice to meet you Erina. I am Haru Salvador", I answered. "I know. I am a big fan of your mother Sakura Salvador" she said excited. "I've always wanted to know, what kind of person could that be who could melt my brother's ice cold heart" she said eyeing at her brother.

protested the girl. "No matter what you think of yourself!" Erika looked at me irritably. "Don't be surprised if the guy can't see you. I just made him blind for a while!" Erika glared at me with her mouth wide open. "Are you crazy?! I will complain to God!"Erika screamed so loudly. "God did not give me an arrow of love! I'm sure he doesn't mind my way. It's temporary anyway. He will soon regain his sight!" Erika shook her head slowly. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at me. But, of course, I immediately destroyed it before it reached my face.

Erika shrieked as she ran to me with open arms. We both hugged for what seemed like an eternity. She has changed completely. She’s not the little skinny Hispanic girl back in middle school. She’s picked up some weight in the right places. Her hips and thighs are more full. She dyed her hair to a strawberry vanilla color, and it went down her back like mines. She’s a few inches taller than me, which sucks ass. I guess I’ll just be the short girl in the pair. “ I know.” I told her as I released myself from the hug.

The Secretary informed him. "I had something urgent come up yesterday." Kirito replied. "Okay. How is Mrs Hiomi by the way?" She asked with a smile. "Why do you care? Do you know her personally? Have you ever even met her or talked to her?" "No," "Then shut up and focus on work." "Yes, sir. I just got the revenue file of Ms Erika. She is really talented, she had a shoot in London last week and it went really well!" "Yeah" Kirito smiled.

Erika took a seat on the couch, put on an act as a pure girl as she always put on in front of everyone. “Know what? About us? Of course, not.” He chuckled a bit and went to her. He gives her one of the glasses before he continues again “Is wine okay for you? Since you’re still underage.” Erika nodded her head and took the glass from his hand. “It’s fine.” she sips it. “So... Erika-chan, you’re wearing such a nice dress tonight.” He looks at her red dress, which is a bit revealing in her chest area. Of course it's to make her chest look rounder and fuller to arouse Shou's sexual desire.

He paused momentarily while the workers behind him gave each other puzzled looks. He wasn't just surprised because of this girl’s beautiful appearance but everyone knew that the master had a serious case of OCD and was disgusted with women. There was only one woman in the world that the master could tolerate and that was none other than Erika. So who exactly was this woman? Erika looked at Ryan and the workers. She took a bite of the prawn dumpling and said apologetically, "Uh, I forgot to put on my make up today, did I scare all of you?"

"Udele na agwuba. Mba, ha enweghi njiko obula (There is no relationship between a Vulture and a shaving blade)" Ejima lifted her head to the voice of the Dibia. The woman had not changed since the last four months they met. Her features were still small and gnostic. Tattered hair and clothing, with white cowering hanging here and there, matched the colours of the skulls on her staff but contrasted the dark-hooded eyes. The only significant thing that seemed to have changed in her appearance was the white ceremonial chalk lines that masked her face.

"I'd like to kill her 'cause she'd be so useless to you. She won't let you grow." "I won't let you lay a finger on her," I grunted. "Not when your life is all in my hands right now," he flashed his claws under the moonlight. Just then, Ari's voice reached me through the mind link. "What is it, Ari?" I asked her. "Erika is in a terrible state right now. Her body's vibrating, temperature drastically surged up. Nothing I do to bring it down works!" She panicked. "Close your eyes let me switch into your vision," I said to her.