Haru Sohma Novels & Stories

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.

“We’re a family now, Haru. No matter what happens, we’ll face it together. You’re not alone anymore.” Haru looked up at Jiro, his heart heavy with gratitude. He had spent so much of his life alone, guarding himself from the world, afraid of what might happen if he allowed someone to get too close. But Jiro had broken down those walls, slowly but surely. And now, with their little family by his side, Haru realized that he had everything he had ever needed. He was no longer the scared omega who feared the future—he was a part of something real, something lasting.

Victor Castellano. He looked up as she approached, his piercing gray eyes locked onto hers. He was younger than she’d expected, probably in his early thirties, with sharp features and an air of authority that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. “Miss Harper,” he said smoothly, gesturing for her to sit. Olivia hesitated before taking the seat across from him. “I appreciate your punctuality,” he said, a light smirk playing on his lips. “It shows you’re willing to cooperate.”

For someone like Amaria -who isn't a mage like Teresa and Dove nor a mana using swordsman like Elex - she wouldn't stand a chance with a Horc, boost or no boost. The Horc opened its bloodshot eyes and gazed directly at Amaria making eye contact with her. Amaria gulped as she felt the intense bloodlust aura coming from the Horc. It roared hysterically and charged toward her. The mysterious figure snapped his fingers and Amaria fell to the ground.

“HARU, you can come out now.” After only a couple of seconds, my best friend walks out. She looks good, all things considered. Haru is Asian, tiny as fuck. Her hair is styled in a bob cut now, and for once, it’s her natural color: black. The only thing that sets her apart from most Asians are her striking, piercing, cold blue eyes that make you wonder if she can see into your soul. Haru is a beautiful woman, but that’s exactly why Sir chose her in the first place.

I strolled back to the couch to sit, Wade and Haru sitted to the armrest. "Regardless of whether you kill me at the present time, I will remain silent to you!" she demanded. "Nine..." "You need a popcorn or chips? It's acceptable live grisly film," Haru abruptly said. Swim and I gesture at him, I'm ravenous again and he's right, we're similar to watching an extraordinary film at this moment. He strolled to a bureau and brought a bunches of chips for us. We're certain that she'll surrender, we have a gigantic bomb to drop later on assuming she truly say nothing.

“This is still manageable. You should see the Odakyu Odawara Line during rush hour.” Heri chuckled. “Yeah… I used to commute on the Keio Inokashira and Tokyu Toyoko lines. Same deal—packed like sardines.” They stand close to each other. Sakura looked up at him, curious. “How tall are you, Heri-san?” “Me? Uh… about 178 cm, I think. You?” “164,” Sakura answered with a small smile. Outside the window, Rainbow Bridge shimmered faintly. Tokyo’s highways and skyline stand proudly in the morning light.

Uche picked the first arrow and sauntered towards the line. His lips parted when he saw the glee in his wife's eyes. He was taller than most men in the camp and the muscles that streaked his body made his skin glow. Looking at him, Ejima could not stop thinking about the smooth feel of pottery. His hair was long too, and had been braided into two delicate strands, with their dark color, contrasting the cowries that dangled on them. It was an unfamiliar look, that one was strange. Ejima never liked Uche wearing long hair or beads. But seeing them on him made her...

He asked Haru. Alessandra suddenly gasped in excitement. "Yes, Mr. Haru. Sobo Himiko is very nice. You should come to meet her!" Alessandra exclaimed, bouncing in her dad's arms in excitement. "Himiko? The flower shop owner? She's my grandaunt. How do you know her?" Haru asked. Luke's heart suddenly dropped when he heard what Haru had said. He suddenly had suspicions that Haru was in the mafia as well, but how could he be a teacher? Luke pondered over the thought for a moment and decided to just confirm it with Himiko later.