Gyaru Novels & Stories

I'm already weak with the original version, now he's sending his miniature? [Okay, 3pm at the same gelato shop.] Then he sends another video showing how happy Pao is, looking beyond adorable in her PJs. Her blonde hair is tied into a bun on top of her head, I bet it's his Papa doing considering the amount of time he did it for me whenever I asked him to when we were still together. I'm obviously playing a dangerous game here, unboxing all the memories I've tucked nicely in Stockholm. [See you at 3 Gorgeous 😽]

Maybe they only did that if you were 5150. Troy went back to his room, which was thankfully empty. Why weren't there clocks around? He used the bathroom, showered and then dressed in skinny jeans and a black t-shirt that had FINAL FANTASY written in bold white and blue letters, along with several images of the anime characters. He looked down at himself and grimaced. Had he really been this big of a geek? He headed to the reception desk and a friendly woman smiled at him brightly. Those smiles were disturbing. Why were they so happy?

In his eyes flit a spark of anger, as he gripped my wrist and slammed against the cupboard. "Do not make me repeat myself, Princess" He barked, revealing his teeth. He didn't know me that well to ask me that. "Same goes for you" I groaned. The glass walls shuttered as the bullets went through them. Zayn threw me down and fell on top of me protecting me of any harm. I slipped away and gained back balance. I sneaked behind the couch and tried to get a glimpse of the intruders. They were all wearing black. They all had a black leather jacket with Skulls on them. They must be from a gang. My adrenaline was pumping and my breathing got heavier as I collected the pieces of this secretive puzzle. T

Their band started in high school and until now that he is twenty -nine years old, this is still what he does. His hobby, to sing and play in front of many people. "HI BABE!" She kisses her drummer boyfriend Tyler. "Why are you alone now? I've been waiting for a while." Its rude questioning. "Because Kuya Badong is guarding the computer shop. Don't be rude!" She tenderly here and kissed the groom. "Hey, hey PDAs are forbidden." Paula disobeyed and handed the guitar she was lending to Ely. "Ely what's your set list now?" When Paula asks a friend.

preparing itself for a whole new world and a whole new adventure; a beautiful journey. Because miles away, someone was waiting for him. For his soul. For his friendship. For his love. For his soul. His soulmate. *** Glossary Hyung: older brother (used by males) [Korean] Maknae: youngest person in the family or group [Korean] Oppa: older brother (female talking to older males) [Korean] SSB: Super Sonic Boys (Idol Group name) SLUV: SSB’s fandom name

My hair was packed in a bun with some strands left on my face,a light makeup and the diamond set complimented the whole look. "I can hardly recognize myself"I said in thoughts "We look stunning"cara giggled "Oh cara your back"I smiled. "Missed me"she said jokingly. I got to the gala and walked to the entrance when the door suddenly opened by itself and all eyes wear on me. I gasped but when I looked ahead and saw those familiar blue eyes I got strength and started walking towards him swaying my hips create tension in the room "You look just like I imagined enchanting"he whispered on my neck and I shivered but hid it.

She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest. Agawa- From Iceland and a college student, his ash blonde hair is natural. He plays bass, doesn't like listening to those he doesn't respect. Only respects people who have decent skill in music. Is popular among the ladies and has a fan club. Hagihara- A bald and tall young man who wears tinted glasses, is he a fan of Satoshi or he simply just shy? He tends to wear all black and his deep voice can unnerve many but unlike his appearance, he's actually a kind fellow and is often cleaning up Akemi's messes and misunderstandings. A mediator.

This couldn’t be worse than being trapped inside myself day after day. “See that young fellow over there, two courtesans hanging off his every word?” Yaru asked, not pointing, but glancing at a pale man. He looked to be barely above twenty, his chin smooth and his clothes loose. He wore a large shirt, unbuttoned over a less than muscular but lean chest. Tight black jeans adorned his lower half, hung low on almost non-existent hips. “The emo?” Yaru raised his eyebrows but nodded. “He richer than he looks, then?”