Haruhi X Kyon Novels & Stories

Haru must be bisexual, meaning he is attracted to both men and women. This is really insane, totally insane. What the frog? I can't watch this anymore. ****** I kept kissing him until we both fell to the floor and I was on top of Haru. This was something I really missed. I felt like I was in heaven, I bent down and kissed him deeply, and Haru kissed me and held my waist with both of his hands, pulling away from my mouth and going to my neck. I moaned aloud as he continued sucking and biting my neck. I'm hoping that it doesn't turn into a hickey.

Static crackles in my ear with her pulling my sweater over her head. “Try smoking hot,” this turns my attention back to the pair I’d looked and moved away from. Haru’s cornering her at the sink. My best friend leaning in with the clear intention on kissing his, mine, ours in the gut punch moment that makes me want to throw him through a wall……… 56: Hiro - Enough

Arche just listens to Haru's story. "Jayson and Tyrel's parents. They loved me so much, they recognize me as their daughter too. But do you know the happiest memory I forgot was when my family and I were together in a park? We had fun bonding there." Haru opened her palms and caught the raindrops that seemed to accumulate in her hand, and then she held Arche's hands. "I love you," Haru said while she smiled as she looked into Arche's eyes. She touched Arche's cheek and she kissed Arche smack on his lips.

But unlike the Eros that Arthur had, Haru is treasuring and filial type of love and longing. “She is as beautiful as what I remember of her.” Standing under the Sakura tree by which gentle wind is blowing a young maiden’s light to dark purple umbra colored hair that resembles the clear night sky. Arthur is stunned as their eyes met and her voice echoes. “Who are you?” Both Haru and Farah are taken by the meeting of the shard and equivalent existence of their parents into this world and book. Though they are too prideful to not admit anything. The longing is too strong that they are having a hard time to control themselves not to interfere.

At least loosen your hold around my neck. “You must be Fuyukawa Hiromitsu-kun.” Kaori-nee’s mother greeted Hiro-san. “I have heard a lot about you. This is the first time that we are actually meeting though.” “Yes, Takahashi-san.” Hiro-san bowed his head respectfully. “I’m pleased to meet you. You can call me Hiro.” “Then, Hiro-kun.” She smiled and looked back at the other two children who were shyly hiding behind her. “Come on, you two. Greetings.”

Persia seemed to have gotten my message— she squeezed my hands with hers for a quick second, then gently released them and retreated back to my rear. I saw Kuroyuki standing afar with purple hair— I mean, Rumelia Heartlock, Kronos’s girlfriend. “Achoo…!” Kronos suddenly sneezes. There’s an incoming video call— from Kuroyuki. Calling your enemy…? Is she crazy or too confident…? Kuroyuki made a gesture with her hand, telling me to accept it… or else. I gladly accepted.

Jiro smiled and answered me. "She's Kylie.." Hmm.. I like her name, sounds sexy. "..and she's my girl." Jiro added. I couldn't help but frown. I know it's weird, but I immediately thought that they're not a good match and that we would be a better fit. Damn! Jiro excused himself, saying he would prepare snacks for the two of us. I nodded and stayed in his room. He was watching anime, and I happened to like that anime too, so I decided to watch it as well.

He stared at the paper, where she’d casually doodled a heart (totally unintentional), and his voice trailed off to a whisper: “…should be… um…” On Friday after school, Takuto “coincidentally” ran into Haruko on the way home. They walked side by side in awkward silence—until he caught himself calculating their step synchronization rate. “You’re really amazing, Kimura-kun,” Haruko said suddenly. “We’re the same age, but you know so much.” “Ah, that’s... because I watch a lot of documentaries!” he blurted, his rational brain spinning up excuses in real time.

"We heard you were working your first day today!" "We're all big fans of your Estagram!" "That coat is beautiful. Like, seriously beautiful." "Hello, Yuki!" There was Jim—tall, quiet, with round glasses and a shy smile. Kyo, whose hair was slicked back and who had the cocky confidence of someone who probably fronted a band on weekends. Hana, sweet and soft-spoken, who offered me matcha candy from a ceramic tin frog. And then there was Queen—or as her name tag proudly declared, Kween.

Aoki Kosner's voice! Kiran York's eyes widened with surprise and joy as he looked at Aoki. She wore a checkered kimono, and although her face was pale, she looked much healthier. Her beautiful face was filled with urgency and excitement, and her delicate body trembled with emotion, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes were full of longing, and her face showed how much she missed him. "Aoki Kosner!" Kiran shouted, running to her and hugging her tightly.