Haruyuki Arita Novels & Stories

I shouted, looking at him intently. "Ms. Kim Ahri Gaumond, I'm not making fun of you. You know what it is," he replied bluntly.

No wonder she was a lonely heifer. "The prestigious Harward University that was established in the year 2016 with over a thousand students has announced an art exhibition show in their newly established art faculty and would love some artifacts, paintings, and sculptures to complete their studio. So if you have a collection of art that you think would be useful, please sign up for the exhibit. Details are in the description below," stated the nice-looking narrator on the TV. It was something I could never comprehend. They could pay peanuts but have to wear good-looking attires for every news. I don't think I've ever seen a newscaster in the same clothes twice.

I said while having this nervous expression which I hope they don't notice. Elliot and Joaquin looked at us with doubt in their eyes. "Don't you think they're weird, right, Arata?" Joaquin asked Arata, who had just got back in the room. Arata's a first-year like me, and he's pure Japanese, but he grew up here. "I don't know what you're talking about." Arata's kind of cool, and he's close with the upperclassmen since he's Joaquin's childhood friend.

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.

I said. “Any friend of Garren’s is a friend of ours,” Mildred said. Her black hair was pulled back into tight braids. Her skin was dark and free from any scars Her left ear pierced like Garren’s. Her grey eyes swirled with flakes of gold. “We look forward to tracking down Ryuu for you. So incredible that you got to meet her.” Hunter said. He was just as tall as Garren, but he wasn’t as built. His hair was completely shaved, and a tattoo of a dragon skull went up the side of his head. Scars painted his honey skin like tattoos. I noticed his left ear was also pierced. It must be some kind of form of honour once you are accepted as a warrior.

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face. I could have sworn that I have seen Luke somewhere.

I replied with a smile. " So you are" he asked with a smile. " Ā watashi no manā o mite. I am sorry. I am Haru Salvador. I am Miss Pierce's assistant and a designer" I smiled and shake my hands with both of them. "Oh. Hi Haru nice to meet you" Yoshi said to me "You know me. But still Iam Yoshiyuki Hatori and this my friend here is Zen Kirishima" he added. I looked towards him and forwarded my hand for a shake. The moment he took my hand to shake I could feel a tingling feeling rushing through my arms. The moment he touched me my heart skipped a beat. Unable to move, yet drawn forward by some invisible force, I didn’t know what to do. I don’t usually lose confidence in myself, having dealt wi

While she was quite arrogant, she had the right to be arrogant. Not only did Harvey care little about it, but he seemed to be even more arrogant than Haruka. Haruka would at most verbally humiliate someone else, but Harvey acted physically instead. Haruka was one of the key members of Hexagon Inc.'s Far East Division. Just the fact that she was from the Ito family was already reason enough that not everyone could simply earn her ire. Not to mention, she was backed by something even more terrifying—Shinto Way, the leader of the Six Schools of Martial Arts.

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.

He felt as if Haruto would disappear if he touched him. Haruto spread his arms wide, giving Aito a small smile. "Will you just keep staring at your best bud like that? Won't you hug me?" His fingers were itching to touch Aito again. The pictures his spies got of Aito did not do Aito justice at all. He was so breathtaking in person. Haruto wanted to hug him tight and never let go. It had been so long since he was able to physically touch Aito.