Haruhi Suzumiya Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 93 47 YEARS H A R R Y North Carolina, U.S.A Forty-seven years later Summer The woman flinched as she spins around. Her eyes looked surprised as soon as she saw me. It was definitely her and I could never be wrong. It was the same face when we were in LUAHU but her hair was shorter now yet everything about her was the same. It felt so surreal seeing her again.

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 [ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑

A period where bonding and manipulation took place to its immeasurable depth. "Hello? Who am I speaking with?" Harry's voice came pushing from the other end. "Hi, Harry. It's Maria." She could pretend to have questions about Jackson's schedule, anything that brought her closer to him. She needed all the help she could get to achieve her dreams.

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

I would need to keep an eye on things. Just as I was about to turn back to the guests, I felt a soft tug on my sleeve. I looked down to see a young girl, no older than ten, staring up at him with wide, curious eyes. I remember though I have forgotten her name. She had the same dark hair and sharp features as her mother, one of the pack’s most loyal members. “Alpha Damien,” she said, her voice timid. “One man said to give you this.” She held out a small folded note. I crouched down to her level, my expression softening as I took the note.

Hibiki was in the living room, happily playing with his blocks, completely unaware of the growing tension in my chest. I wiped my hands on a towel and went to answer the door. The sight that greeted me stole the breath from my lungs. A striking woman stood there, her posture regal and her expression unreadable. She had Jiro’s eyes—sharp, piercing, and impossible to ignore. My stomach twisted as I realized who she must be. “Hello,” she said smoothly, her voice calm but carrying an edge that made it clear she wasn’t here for a friendly visit. “You must be Haru.”