Novel & Cerita Haruyuki Arita

However, to me, it just seemed like a heavy weight had settled on my shoulders, and now, I really didn’t know how to get rid of it. Arturo opened the door without needing to knock, I knew that he was well aware that I wasn’t moving, meaning that I was either sitting on the couch or laying on bed. He sighed when he took sight of me before slowly approaching. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t need to, as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in for a hug. I purred in response and curled up in his arms, thankful for his presence. In my head, our relationship was the only thing that I have managed to gain out of this conflict. If anything, I knew that it wouldn’t have been possible if he didn’

her best friend calls her attention. She reverses her eyes with a smile on Erikka. “Yes?” “This is Ranold, I met him a few times already and he makes drinks up to its price! Ranold, this is Ara, the sweetest and only best friend I always mention to you.” “Nice to meet you,” smiles Ronald. “Likewise,” Ara smiled back politely.

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." "I do," "I'd like to grab a quick drink," "Welcome." Arata bowed. Kirito drove on the road as he looked ahead. "I can't believe it, I hurt him. I ended up hurting my only family." Kirito drove faster. He remembered how Arata was the only one who cared about him without expecting anything in return. His dearest childhood friend.

Justice held value, but true healing demanded something far more profound and personal. Ryan seemed to sense the swirl of her emotions. His thumb traced a gentle circle over her knuckles, a small but powerful anchor that reminded her she was not alone. He stood with her, steady and present. Aria released a slow, deliberate breath, centering herself before she stepped forward toward the kneeling figures. They tensed visibly, bracing for judgment, punishment, or a final condemning sentence.

Haru continued the wiping of the glass window of the Tech Booth while humming a familiar tune. “Wait, I already heard that melody. I just can’t remember where and when.” Arthur said as he rubbed the back of his neck, it hurt a little from all that looking up. He was under the table fixing and arranging the wirings— putting them to the right place, placing holders on the wires so they wouldn't just fall and dangle and get tangled again, basically anything that would keep the wires from being too messy. Haru then continued to hum the tune and let the Student Council Treasurer to think to himself.

Neu and Nimura will get used that day of the event on editing the manga and going to practice introducing their manga on the extra day of the event. When Hikari was helping Nimura on the dialogue, Nimura asks Hikari "Seriously, I never asked you about this. But what kind of things make you think about this kind of idea? Like... Have you directed a story before?" Hikari just looked left when he heard that. Hikari says to them that it was a long story to talk about. It makes a weird for them but they then just continue their work. It was their last day to do the job and it seems like everything was in control. Hikari was so relieved when he sees it. But it seems like Neu and Nimura was who act

Satoru said with a wide pacific smile that made Iori want to smirk. It was too late for him to be trying to loosen the atmosphere because he crossed the line and he was going to have to pay for that, “Not at all, after everything that had happened, I think it’s the best thing to do,” Iori answered and Satoru sighed motioning for them to sit down, “It’s good to see you again, Hiiragi-san,” Haruki finally said and The president smiled at her brother and shook his hand, Seriously, her brother was taking their plan too lightly if he was still exchanging greetings with the man,

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

Jeremy chirped in taking a slow deep breath. Arthur merely said a word. He has been restless ever since the revelation of his mate. Seeing her up close as she slept after being captured, he thought he could find a reason to accept his fate. Just one enough reason. But the more he thought about it, the more he stared at her face, it only reminded him of the pain his clan had been made to go through from her people and it only enraged him. He had run a search on her with his computer but found nothing on her. Her identity seems to have either been well hidden for some reasons he couldn’t tell or just maybe because she was that irrelevant to her society.

Uche picked the first arrow and sauntered towards the line. His lips parted when he saw the glee in his wife's eyes. He was taller than most men in the camp and the muscles that streaked his body made his skin glow. Looking at him, Ejima could not stop thinking about the smooth feel of pottery. His hair was long too, and had been braided into two delicate strands, with their dark color, contrasting the cowries that dangled on them. It was an unfamiliar look, that one was strange. Ejima never liked Uche wearing long hair or beads. But seeing them on him made her...