Haruka Kuran Novels & Stories

Haru Uncle Jin took me into a room that I assumed was his office. It was a neat place, with a study desk and chair on one side and a sitting area on the other. There were even murals on the walls, too. One of them caught my eye—it was of a beautiful girl in layers of colorful kimonos and surrounding her were mystical creatures: a dragon, a fox, a snake, and a cat. “That’s beautiful, Uncle,” I said, nodding toward the mural. “It looks like it’s in the Heian era, the setting.”

All enough for Farah to finally introduce herself. “Haruna. My real name is Haruna. My vessel which is the current adviser of the Elites is mine. Is me, and what’s inside?” “JK’s perfect chimera.” They both once more draw sinister smiles on their faces. More than understanding their position and each other. Connected and more than what Haru expected. The other truth that Haruna is now more than willing to tell him.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

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:

I replied with a smile. " So you are" he asked with a smile. " Ā watashi no manā o mite. I am sorry. I am Haru Salvador. I am Miss Pierce's assistant and a designer" I smiled and shake my hands with both of them. "Oh. Hi Haru nice to meet you" Yoshi said to me "You know me. But still Iam Yoshiyuki Hatori and this my friend here is Zen Kirishima" he added. I looked towards him and forwarded my hand for a shake. The moment he took my hand to shake I could feel a tingling feeling rushing through my arms. The moment he touched me my heart skipped a beat. Unable to move, yet drawn forward by some invisible force, I didn’t know what to do. I don’t usually lose confidence in myself, having dealt wi

Miss Park would definitely get what she deserves. Shima Haruto is my best friend. He's tall and handsome, with light brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes. He's a basketball player and a hardcore Kpop fan. His dream is to join a kpop band as a rapper. We've been friends since we were toddlers. I trust him with life and vice versa. He's the only one who understands the pain I'm going through. Every second of every single day.