Gyaru 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 *

Shin wears a red dress which makes her look even more beautiful, so Redric feels jealous of the foreign men who visit Restaurant Essort continued to stare at Shin without blinking. Yeah, right now Shin looks like a royal princess, white skin with a sharp nose, slightly pointed chin and slightly wide eyes, also with naturally curvy lashes, plus thin lips that make anyone who sees him tempted.

The credits of the series we were watching rolled in and I finally stood up to turn off the TV. It was Game of thrones. Now, that was my kind of show, unlike romance. In my opinion, Romance movies were way too cheesy although I watched a good one once in a while. "You hungry?" Lucian asked. I nodded and he smiled. "Get dressed, let's grab food outside." I hightailed for my bedroom. Duh, it's food we're talking about here. I changed into black skinny jeans and a red halter top that stopped just above my navel. Thereafter, I slipped on my black flip-flops. My hair was tied up in a high ponytail and I didn't bother putting on any makeup.

Nara "Where are you coming from, and dressed like a hooker?" I clutch my chest, startled, and turn my head as Kian approaches me, his steps graceful like a panther stalking its prey. He is looking at me with disapproval. My eyes travel over him. He is wearing grey sweatpants that sit low on his hips, revealing an enticing V-cut. His bare chest and broad shoulders are made of pure, perfect muscle. For a fleeting moment, I'm lost in the pure allure of his beauty, the kind that takes your breath away.

Its color was silver. His lock screen was an image from the Japanese anime Death Note; in particular, the genius character Yagami Light and his shinigami (reaper) Ryuk. His wallpaper showed a handsome man in a suit standing in front of a sports car. With the car, Dion would get on famously with her pa, Kate thought, but not so much with the suit. Mr. Lapuz, like majority of Filipino dads, didn’t own a single suit in his wardrobe.

KOREAN VERSION Beautiful Yeah, beautiful girl geunyeoneun naege jonggyo, so I can call you she-sus niga namchini eobtneungeol mirwo bwasseulddae mame dureun cheolbyeok nagateun pyeongbeomnameun niga mandeun gijune gyeolgyeok so sseotji chinguran gamyeon niyeopeseo nae bonsimeul sumgyeogamyeo pyeonghan saiui beobjuro seullaiding dabdabhame maeilbwa ibure nallineun high kick Damn neon maeil nal yuhokhaeni ni pyojeongdeul hanahana ddaeme nan jajereul mothae bogoitjani meoriga bing bing Pool full of beauty and I dive in it Girl I'm so K.O sunsikgane nareul jeomnyeonghan napulleong

Monica almost forgot and quickly said, "Sorry, Sunohara-san, it is my first time to see a girl with gyaru style, by the way, my name is Monica Oga, nice to meet you." "Eh? Really? So has Nana taken your first time?" Nana asked with a teasing smile. "...If you say something like that, you're going to misunderstand the people around us," Monica said with a speechless expression. Nana chuckled and said, "It's hilarious, but is it your first time to see gyaru?" "Yes, in Kyoto, I have never seen a girl with gyaru style," Monica said. "Eh? Really? You're from Kyoto? That's kind of cool!" Nana seemed to

"That thing didn't touch you anywhere, did it?" Irene weakly shakes her head no, still shaking in her current position. "What... what was that thing?" She asks. Kai sighs in relief and stands up, giving a hand for Irene to take. "That thing you saw was a ghost, its name is gandaruwa, or more commonly known as genderuwo since it has Eastern or Central Javanese origin, but since I'm more familiar with the Western Javanese term, I'll continue calling it a gandaruwa." He explains as Irene takes his hand.

His head is clean-shaven, but he has a perfectly trimmed beard and moustache, which gives some dimension to his otherwise cueball head. Carey, however, is the youngest of us at nineteen. He’s 6’2”, with earlobe-length brown hair, strong features, hazel-green eyes, and toned olive skin that has the women in the pack drooling over him. He kind of gives off that surfer dude vibe. He’s the least muscular of us guys, with Roland outdoing everyone, including me. Something about Gammas. Every Gamma I’ve ever met looks like they could go for Gold in a bodybuilding competition.

I shouted, looking at him intently. "Ms. Kim Ahri Gaumond, I'm not making fun of you. You know what it is," he replied bluntly.