Novel & Cerita Haruto Watanabe

the diver said looking at the guy through the rare view mirror who was wearing the black glasses along with the clean beard face. "Watanabe Takeshi finally you have been found" the guy smirks

Yuta explained. Jai frowned when he heard the fourth name. “I’ve heard of that one.” “Oh which one of has you heard of it? Takeshi Hirabayashi or Satoshi Hirabayashi?” Yuta asked him. “The latter one, Satoshi.” As the humans talked, the little companions were busy with themselves. Shoru pawed at Yuta’s opened palm while Rita pecked softly at Shoru’s tufts, managed to pluck some out which she then dropped to the floor. It didn’t result in bald spot, and the little wolfy didn’t seem to be feel any pain from her fur plucked out, making Rita quite confused. Sakura was only watching all of them silently, as per usual.

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.

This is technically, my favorite part of Haruto's Chashitsu. Haruto stood waiting for me as I pulled up at the entrance of his Chashitsu. He was all smiles, wearing a beautiful red kimono designed with dragon patterns. One look at Haruto and you immediately get the idea of a rich potbellied businessman. He was a good-natured jolly man and successful too. He also has many wives. Stepping out of my car, I handed the key over to a servant boy who came up to me and walked towards Haruto.

"Who are you?" The question only left Ejima turning to the right and satisfaction welled in her stomach when she saw the owner of the voice hiding behind a huge tree. He still wore his hair in a braid and had tied them back to form a ponytail cascade. Even from the distance, Ejima could see the rich brown eyes and the gigantic features. He wasn't wearing those silly cowries, thank the gods, but his looks were...well. Ejima shrugged. "You look beautiful." That was an awkward thing to say and Ejima regretted saying them as the man walked out of his hiding place. Contempt and disdain marked his poise and expression.