Novel & Cerita Haruka Face Reveal

The leader says. “Well, I have told you the truth. Take me to your Alpha, Alpha Lazarus. He knows me and I'm certain he'll be more cordial." I say, trying very hard to maintain my composure. I know they are judging me by my facial looks, mostly my big scar.

Or at least just this once. The sun was fully gone, and my heart started racing again. If I look down, I’ll be able to see my reflection already. But disappointment slowly fill me seeing my scarred face looking back at me, a hint of dismay and fear was written all over my face. And when I glanced back to see Alpha Killian, I was surprised to see him in front of me. His eyes were flaming in red, and in a blink of an eye, he was holding my neck and slowly lifting me.

I tug her face upwards unexpectedly. I feast my eyes on her face. It looks absurd and scarred. One part of her face is ruined. She still has her eyes closed. Surely, I do not know her and she is not a member of the pack. I have never seen her before but it all feels as though this is not the first time I am meeting her.

I sighed and decided to answer whoever called him. But when I caught sight of the picture that appeared on his screen, I was surprised when the picture of him with a man who looked exactly like my face was exposed. My hand was shaking as I picked it up. Especially when I see the name registered here. ‘Ugly Hiro’ the contact name I read. It's not a coincidence, right? I answered it. I could barely breathe when I heard some noises on the other line. That voice. The voice of the person I have long wanted to see. The voice of the person I thought was dead.

Sakura was praying very hard Jane would miraculously appear and sort out this mess when she heard a commotion on the other side. She looked up to see the famous Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana coming toward them, his long hair—dyed bleach blond—flying and his long white robe fluttering about him. Beside him was the woman Sakura had been waiting eagerly to meet in person, the woman who had given birth to her twenty-five years ago, Haruka Tanaka, also known simply as Ms. Ruka. She was tall, Sakura realized, with strong, angular face, and thin nose that sat nicely on her face. She was very beautiful.

A shuffle, then a sleepy ten-year-old voice. Haru: “Onee-chan! You broke the sky! It was on TV! Well, the secret TV. Are you a goddess now?” Seras laughs until she can’t breathe. Seras: “Not yet, squirt. Still working on it. You okay? Dad treating you right?” Haru: “He made a shrine. There are candles. And your old middle-school photo where you have the bowl cut.” Seras groans. Mr. Nakamura in the background, yelling:

"Hikari, are you okay there? I am asking you this because I think we already found it. the who is the real deal here." Hikari was so shocked when he heard that. He quickly asks Akaru about the details of it. But Akaru says that he didn't know the details about that person. But it seems like he can recognize the face of that person. But it will take time for him to find who is that person. At that time, Akaru asks Hikari "Either I found who is this. Hikari, I know about the promises that you made with Syurihata. But, they just didn't want to stop this yet. So, everything we need to do is by eliminating them. I hope you will be okay with this." Hikari just smiled and says that there was nothin

I wasn’t sure what exactly I felt at that moment, but Haruka’s teasing had made it all feel too real, too intimate. Haruka took a step closer and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “It’s a beautiful thing, Haru. Don’t be shy about it,” she said gently, her teasing tone softening into something more comforting. “You’re a part of this family now. And Jiro, well... he’s never going to let you go. He loves you.”

And it wasn't just her eyes, I finally realized, as I took in every bit of her. In the photo, she had long, glowing auburn hair and her face shone with so many smiles. She looked…alive. Unlike the dead, saddened aura she was giving off right now. Her long hair was gone too and just draped at her shoulder. Her face shrunk in a way that showed she hasn't done a lot of smiling and laughing for a long while. Goddess knows when last she smiled! She was pale in a sickening way. Whatever happened to you, Hara? Her drastic facial changes didn't make me feel less smitten by her. It just made me wish I'd met her a lot sooner.

- he assured fervently, releasing her wrist, then with the other hand slipped the mask off his face. - Sorry for the attack.- Miyuki said hesitantly, and when finally saw his whole face, she recognized him immediately, even though he was wearing heavy makeup in the music video, and now his eyes were only slightly underlined with eyeliner.- I'm sorry, but are you perhaps... Aoi Takashima?- she asked, looking at him closely. - Don't tell me that you are my fan...- he sighed with a slightly weary face. - No, no, nothing like that.- Miyuki quickly denied.- But my best friend is, that's how I got to know your face. I don't have TV at home, so I mainly heard your voice before that.- she explained.