Haruto Treasure Novels & Stories

Haruto: I'm at the cemetery. ********* "I always think about how life would be if she was still alive" Haruto said. He was sitting before Aera's grave with a bouquet of roses in his hand. I sat beside him on the grass, not saying a word. "The three of us. We used to have so much fun. Can you remember the first time we shoplifted?" I smiled as I recalled the memory. "Yeah. Poor old Mr Sasaki. We stole many bags of chips and almost destroyed his shop while trying to run away when he brought out a gun"

Bradley's eyes narrowed to slits. "It's all been nothing but a game." Old Fox rose to his feet, his eyes sweeping the room. "The one you've been chasing for years isn't her." He pointed straight at me in the crowd. "It's her, Harriet Jones." All eyes snapped to me. Holding a tray, I peeled off my disguise to reveal my true self. "She's the one you’ve been after." Old Fox’s voice echoed through the hall. "Yet, you were the one who ruined her hands. And today, she’ll be the one to seal your fate.”

"Huaxia people, Japanese ninjas are no push-overs. The land you're standing on has been filled with explosives. No one gets to live as long as I hit the button." Qin Haodong was shocked, but his facial expression remained still. He said lightly, "So why don't you do it?" Yamamoto Kusakara said, "Hand me the treasures you've got. I can spare your lives." The treasures were now his only hope to live. As long as he could take the Huaxia treasure back to Japan, the death of more than twenty ninjas could be canceled off, or he would have to cut his own belly open.

It was an antenna 📶. "You got your signal booster, Mr Nicklaus, why don't you now tell me the classified information you got for me". Hayato said. "The dude said the treasure is at bill turners grave". Nicklaus said. Hayato smiled and nodded slowly. "I see". "I guess you haven't forgotten our deal". Nicklaus asked. "not at all, you classified firearms?, I've ordered them already, so my men will deliver them to you by the end of the day". Hayato said.

Kirito left the bar. The bartender moved towards the cheque and picked it up. He smiled as he looked at it "It's funny how you've changed, Kirito. You've become someone you feared the most when you were a kid." He tore the cheque and threw it into the dustbin. "Arata Mizuru." He heard his name and turned back. Jericho stood there with a card in his hand "Ah! You're Arata Mizuru? My name is Jeroboam Hatsugu. Someone recommended me to visit your bar. I've heard you make the best cocktails in Tokyo."

Even in the dark, Yuri’s sharp eyes could catch the black butterfly tattoo on the side of his neck as well as the silver hoop-like earring that he wore in his left ear, along with the bracelet with the Roman numeral for five engraved on it around his left wrist. “Eh?” Ren blinked as he recognised the spinning dagger that had just saved both their lives. “That is…Zeus?” He then looked up into the air and spotted the newcomer, and recognised him immediately. “Tohya?” Tohya Tanigawa, Phantom V of the Hati’s elites, as well as the assigned partner of both Ren and Yuri grinned at them as he landed onto the ground safely, releasing the clasps which attached the parachute to his body, and tossed it

The moment I unwrapped it, my hands froze. Inside the box lay the bullet casing pendan—the same one I had thrown into the pond. Its metal surface was dull with rust, but someone had carefully polished it. It caught the light with a faint glimmer. My heartbeat quickened. An unfamiliar emotion flooded my heart. The package also came with a letter. The familiar handwriting instantly brought to mind that sunlit afternoon ten years ago. I recalled the image of Jim hunched over my desk and doing his homework as light streamed through the windows.