Harukawa Maki Novels & Stories

“Goodnight, you must be Akari-chan, nice to meet you. And you are…” He looked directly at me for several minutes. “You live on the apartments above the candy store right. I knew your uniform seemed familiar, my name is Makiba Jouji, your landlord’s grandson.” He politely offered me his card as I avoided looking into his eyes, ashamed at the fact that I did not even remember my landlord’s name. Written with golden letters below his name you could read Guidance Center Special Consultant. “Nice to meet you, I am Taoyama Naruki.” “I did not know you were friends with Matsubara-san.”

**Mia’s Mom:** “Our signature smoked trout—lake-caught this morning, hickory-smoked with herbs from the garden. Figured it’d pair nice with the grill.” **Keiko (clasping her hands):** “It smells incredible. Thank you for bringing it. We’ll add it to the grill for the last round.” Mia and Haru sit side by side on the mats—legs tucked under the table, thighs pressed together. Haru’s arm is wrapped loosely around her waist, hand resting on her hip over the red Nakamura kanji hoodie she still wears. Mia leans into him—silver hair tucked behind one ear, amber eyes soft in the firelight—occasionally feeding him a piece of grilled enoki from her chopsticks.

Again, she turned to go. “Wait,” Edward couldn’t help himself. “You didn’t tell me your name.” She hesitated for a moment, as though in dilemma. “It’s Haruka. Haruka…Maki.” “Well, very nice to meet you, Miss Maki,” Edward said, chuckling. Haruka flinched at the fond greeting and nodded. “Hajimenashite, Faber-san,” she replied. “And sayonara.” Edward laughed. “See you tomorrow,” he said.

Paying the woman no mind, Kaze watched as the chauffeur opened the car door, and a woman got out. “Oh, my. It’s Ms. Reiko Hara. She’s the woman of my dreams.” “She rubs shoulders with Mr. Krad. She’s also a core member of the Refined Blade.” “She’s meant for the stars.” Mika gasped. Putting her arrogance aside, she became humble in Reiko’s presence. Ryokanian culture had poisoned Mika’s mind. Instead of feeling jealous, Mika put herself in a lowly position next to Reiko.

It is already bad enough that Mizuki knew about them, but for reasons unknown, both Riou and the Elder didn’t seem to have any objections that Mizuki knew so much about them. “I see,” said Mizuki with a smile, and the man glanced at Yuri curiously. “I’ll introduce you. Yuri, this is Tendo Amachi-san, a professor at Tokyo University.” Yuri inclined her head politely to the man, and this gesture was returned. “Amachi-san, this is Yuri. Yuri Kirisawa. She is one of my regular visitors here.” Tendo almost choked on his drink at this, and he turned his head so quickly to face Yuri that the girl could have sworn that she almost saw him crick his neck.

Overtime, Nozomi realised that the results of the games that Hikaru picked out were a lot more competitive. Just as they left the arcade, they ran into Makoto. “Ma-kun?” “Hina. You’re still here.” Hina’s surprised expression quickly soured. “Another gatecrasher.” “I didn’t come to gatecrash. I’m on an errand.” He raised his hands defensively. Then, he took notice of those around. “Ah. Hikaru-kun, it’s been a while.” Makoto greeted. “Mm. It has.” “Hello, it’s you again.” Makoto greeted Yosuke.

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.

Terrius wondered out loud. Both Manor and I turn to look at each other in shock. We wrap our arms around each other's shoulders and huddled to the side of the table. " What is Misaki God of? She does have a title right?" I whispered to Manor. " I don't think so, she's always been working under Givendale." Manor shook his head as he pointed out. " Maybe she's the God of Helpfulness?" I guessed. " I don't think, so... What about God of Versions? That makes more sense." Hikaru added from the sidelines.

she informed. Drake stood up from his seat beside his stray. “What do you mean it is fake?” he questioned. Millie bit her lower lip, finding a good answer. “I-It’s. . . it’s not the antidote, alpha. The poison on Emily’s body was deadly and rare to find for its antidote.” She answered, looking down at the ground. “I... I think we should start to find the lotus flower and the neem plants at Mount Doqu, alpha.” Millie said, her lips trembling.

“Carmine red. Blood red.” “Ooh… Rosey red?” Mika asked. Jai nodded at her. There was this high certainty in his heart that Alex might really be that red haired guy in the tournament. He didn’t know what it is, but he’s leaning into that strong feeling. Saburo hummed. “The only clan that has that kind of hair color is the Akamine, and there’s only one person with red apple hair.” Harris nodded. “She’s the one who works with Bukubukucha family in the northeast. Her name is Akane Akamine.”