Haruka Nanami Novels & Stories

Nanami Vincent wants them to be happy. Nanami Vincent stepped back, she looked at her hand and then lowered her face. Nanami Vincent is a vampire, and she's reminded herself for thousands of years. But Richard appeared. That man brought warmth that Nanami Vincent had never felt before. She loved him and Nina, her little daughter.

“My name is Amanda Daring, executive assistant of Global World.” “Jack Wills,” is Rugged Guy short response. We remain silent as we wait for him to continue but he just turns silent. I guess that’s it. I lean forward and give them a confident nod. I had practiced my next line plenty of times just for this moment “Yuri Haruko, junior managing director of Kazumi Enterprises,” I swiftly lie. Platinum Blonde suddenly gasps and beams. “Oh wow! You are Japanese then. I so love Japan though I’ve never been there before!” She looks at my face intently and after some second she frowns. “You don’t look like Japanese though.”

*** During lunch break, Miyazaki Nana's table in the cafeteria was always filled with her closest friends in school. Of course, there's Endo Hiroshi sitting right next to her. Then across from Hiroshi is Ito Yui, also one of the known goddesses in Hirosaki High. Right beside Yui is her boyfriend and the campus hottie Miyamura Kai, and on the left side from Nana's seat is another known goddess of Hirosaki High, Watanabe Rin. They were all talking about one particular thing, Miyazaki Nana's 18th birthday.

DAMIEN The Tanaka Industries boardroom is intimidating by design—all dark wood and modern art, with a view of Marina Bay that's meant to remind you of the power and money at stake. Across the table, Hiroshi Tanaka, CEO and patriarch, sits flanked by his legal team and his daughter. Yuki Tanaka. She's thirty-two, Harvard-educated, and according to every business publication in Asia, the future of Tanaka Industries. Brilliant, ruthless, and beautiful in a way that's designed to be both weapon and armor.

She smiled at me and embraced me when I got to her. "Goodness! You look gorgeous!" She breathed. I was surprised by her American accent. "My name is Haru. What's yours?" She said with a warm smile on her face. "Rhea," I replied and the other woman rose to her feet. She also had a smile on her face. She was taller than Haru and had short blonde hair that was shaved on the sides. She was wearing a pair of black leather pants and a black T-shirt. She had a couple of ear piercings and a nose piercing. She had blue eyes that was warm and inviting. "It's great to finally meet you. I'm Dana. I'm a werepanther," she said and my eyes widened.

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:

These were not mine but of the person who used to be in this body. Her name was Namikawa Himawari. The beloved daughter of the minister of the Nanto Empire; she was an only child thus her father’s attention was all on her. At an early age, she lost her mother to a disease. No one in the entire Empire knew of such a disease and no one was able to cure her. Due to the tragic death of her mother, the other ministers of the Empire wanted to bring down her father.

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.

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.

She exclaimed hurriedly closing the window and throwing a haori over Iori’s shoulders making her smile, “Good morning Nanami-san. I was just clearing my head before the day starts. The view here is so breathtaking,” Iori responded “It certainly is, but not as breathtaking as you’re going to be when you’re doing your ceremonial dance tonight,” Nanami said as she took out her brushes preparing for the long process of getting Iori ready for the ceremony, “It’s a big shame that Jun-sama wouldn’t see you in your majestic appearance If only pictures were allowed in these events,”