Ichimaru Hime Novels & Stories

Amara stared for a little while, then returned to stare at the screen. "Amara!" Her Mom called her upstairs and she got up to go. We all watched her leave. Izanagi's eyes were sparkling, I thought he might feel uncomfortable at first but then I also had to recall this was his first time meeting Amamiya-san. "Who was that?" he asked. "Amara's Mom." "She's like the dark version of Ms. Bellum." "Who?" Claire whipped her neck to study Izanagi, eyes widened. Almost as if offended at first, but then she thought about it some more and covered her mouth. "No... Yo, wait, she does dress like Ms. Bellum sometimes!"

Only Lian notices my discomfort and so he slows down a bit. ____________ The elevator goes up and down so we don't have to walk. This place is really big. - he whispers with a small smile. I alternate between fear and admiration during our descent, and breathe a sigh of relief when Lian opens her doors. We make our way down the mirrored hallway I ran down that morning. When the queen appears at the end of the path with her own escort of sentries in tow, Lian collapses in a bow. Her clothes are now black and red. The hair gathered in a perfect bun gives you a regal look. She takes me by the arm and pulls me to her as we walk.

Akihito knew he hit the nail on the head, when the young heir of the House of Scarlet’s cheeks flushed red, and he shyly turned his head to the side. "Never knew our cold-hearted Ri-chan had such an adorable side! Then again, we are talking about Maria-chan. So I can understand the feeling. Everything is always more exciting and fun whenever she's in the picture! So how about we wrap things up here and go meet up with her and others, ne?" suggested Akihito, lips turning into a smile as he hopped off the boulder.

She turns the camera on. Elder Mariko's face materializes — seventy-two years old, face weathered like river stone, iron-gray hair pulled into a tight bun. She's wearing a simple kimono, indigo with white cranes. Behind her, the sliding door to the garden is open, and Aurelia can hear the bamboo water feature *clack-clack-clack* in the dark. "Obāsan." Aurelia's voice cracks on the word. "I need to ask you something about the Silvermane bloodline."

I lift my head slowly, just to be a little short off eye-contact. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too Sorahiko…”. She sounds so soft, like the poster woman for the word ‘motherly’. Wow. “My name is Kiyo Shimizu and I am the caretaker of this place…”. She leans closer to me, like she’s trying to whisper. “And I was once Miya’s wet nurse and nanny”. I bluescreened. Wait. Hold on a minute. She was his wet nurse? Miyamura Aronohai sucked this woman’s boobs growing up?. Wait…that makes it sound vulgar. She was his nanny?.

she added, which made the woman stop for a second. She looked at her with a surprised look on her face before she laughed out loud, enough that it poured through the four corners of the room. "Marvelous, lady," Hiyori said before she crossed her legs. "Truth be told, out of one hundred prestige women from a long generation of prosperity, I am Lord Sasaki's fifth concubine," she explained, which made her surprised beyond words. It was obvious that she had no knowledge about Japan's cultures and traditions, which made her even more baffled.

] [Quest Update: Minister’s Secret Weapon Activated. [New Target Identified: Minister Supanee (Mother).] [Host Readiness: Optimal.] An hour later, Pim stood in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting the collar of a crisp white shirt. The bruise on her cheek was faintly visible, but the tailored lines of the expensive silk trousers she now wore seemed to mock it, elevating her. Chalida, still in her rumpled designer dress, watched from a plush armchair, sipping a glass of iced water. Her face was pale, her expression a mix of exhaustion and simmering resentment.

Sato came in carrying a beautiful kimono. "Milady, this will be your dress for tonight's event." She said. This kimono looks familiar. It's the same one Nōhime was wearing in a painting in the Gifu Castle. I looked at my father and he smiled. "I have prepared a banquet for you Kicho. My daughter's birthday was yesterday and she was to turn 18. When is your birthday?" He asked. My birthday? It was yesterday too. The day I died in the present was my birthday.

Li Yunlong asked. Yang Xiao nodded. "Old commander, let me tell you the truth! I have a confidante in Japan named Miyamoto Meihe." "Now she is in charge of the entire Miyamoto family. She used to find that one family's jewelry in Europe is very good and cheap, so she bought it. But now the jewelry was detained before leaving Europe. That person's name is Robinson." "He also specifically requested me to battle him at twelve o'clock next month's noon on the square of Holy Orchid Institute of Paris, and only after I win can I take away these jewelry!"

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.