Gaijin Novels & Stories

Justin looked down at his feet as Marian smiled at him sadly while looking through his hair. "Gaja, we need to get back inside the hospital after we grabbed some coffee," Marian said then turned back her heel again as Justin bit his bottom lip and followed her while exhaling a large amount of air. * GAJA - Let's Go in KOREAN *

I settled down to listen to what later turned out to be one of the craziest back-stories I have ever heard. According to Jester, Gaians were basically the super-powered, evolved versions of humans. He said that humans and Gaians had too many similarities to be unrelated on a genetic level, though he wasn’t aware of any research that could prove it, yet. But what makes Gaians significantly different from other races was their inherent ability to travel through dimensions. Modern people can do that now because of Portals, but Gaians apparently only rely on their own spells and power to do it. This is why they travel extensively, and their knowledge of the human race—and the elves and dwarves—w

Gp calmly said, I nodded. Well, Gp is some kind of a simple yet dangerous type of a person, her face says she can lure anything that she wants a total handsome noble like facing his simple brown eyes compliment her Filipina skin, she is from the Philippines same with Stephen, Ed, and Axis they are simple yet handsome. "Just take it Kenzo.." then Zairen spoke coldly that making us look at her, and our very mysterious Zairen the super cold and aloof her handsome face can give the vibes of don't talk to me or you'll die.

---- Two weeks later, Somewhere in-country J, ken was getting ready to go to the new restaurant that he established last year. He named it according to what Eiji suggested to him 'Ma-Sa-Ya' when translated in English it means happy. He learned about this word from one of his classmates in college who is a half-Filipino living in country J. It was the same restaurant where they celebrated Eiji's birthday and graduation celebration.

"I hope we all can get along." Ms. Leni smiled. "Thank you, Ginny. Next." Ginny sat down and gazed at her seatmate who looked like a K-pop star because of his milky complexion and hair style. "Hi! My name is Heiji. I know I look like a Korean but I am half Japanese. I don't mind being surrounded by bullies because I can handle them. What I cannot handle are girls who kept bugging me. It came to a point that I chose not to go to school because I find it useless since I can't concentrate with all these girls around me."

Their presentation went off without a hitch. Ambassador Hardin Ishimoto-seven left the hotel, eyed the swiftly moving crowd, and slipped into a gap. The bag was light and hung from his shoulder. It bumped people until he tucked it under his right arm. New Yorkers walked quickly, as if late for some endangerment, and he did likewise. An ex-legionnaire held out his kepi, said something unintelligible, and was lost in the crowd. Ishimoto had features that his ancestors would have recognized as Japanese, although he was taller and somewhat heavier. It felt strange to look around, to see many individual faces, and know nothing about them.

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

Junhui then complained while blushing, "S-Shut up." The customers are enjoying their free time inside. A few minutes later, another handsome guy came in. He has beautiful brown eyes, long eyelashes, pale smooth skin, sharp jaws and strong build. Anyone can tell that he has foreign blood from west country. Thus, he caught the customer's attention along with Junhui, Seungkwan, Dokyeom, Hoshi and Dino. Mingyu isn't that interested. "M-Mr. C-Chwe?" Junhui gasped.

I stammered, my heart jackhammering away. "Getting a better look," he said with an impish grin and I felt my face and ears flush completely. Was he going to kiss me again? "Are you gay?" I asked as I averted my gaze from his captivating grey. "Not telling," he whispered and backed away from me. "I don't mind starting as friends though. I'm Higan." He stretched a hand out to me and I stared at it for a while. He gave his hand a shake to remind me that he was waiting and I took his hand before shaking it briefly.

Everyone else looked at their quiet guest who seemed reluctant and shy as she rubbed her arm after her father put her down. "My name is Cai Kang of the Cai school of-." "Wow, your Japanese is so good. You already sound like a native." The little boy exclaimed, interrupting her. "Thanks. I learned Japanese a long time ago." Cai Kang said awkwardly, still rubbing that arm. Before anyone said anything, They all noticed something wrong and admired Cai Kang's figure. Cai Kang is wearing pretty big, baggy, foreign clothes but even they know what is going on.