Ichimaru Hime Novels & Stories

It's her favorite hairpin. Violette was about to insert the hairpin in Lucia's hair when another person beat her to it. The person inserted a butterfly hairpin which definitely costs a fortune into Lucia's hair instead. Massimo's swift eyes snapped up together with Violette's, both beholding a tall brunette woman who's wearing a black outfit too. Obviously, she's japanese, and she smiled with lots of intentions, her mascara and dark eyeshadow insanely thick. "The name is Izumi Nakamura, the Yakuza princess. I'm his first daughter, heiress to the Japanese empire. Nice to meet you, Massimo Visconti" she stretched her hand forward for an handshake. Violette hated her immediately.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

Kim looked around continuously, it was obvious she hasn't been to a place like this. Henry pressed her hand slightly. "What is it?" He asks her. "This place is luxurious and I guess they provide the best services, but why isn't anyone here?" She asked. "Mr. Williams had this place reserved for you." An old woman with grey hair replied from behind, She was quite old but looked very healthy. She wore a beautiful black cheongsam dress. With green flowers pattern on it. "Hello, ma'am." Kim greeted politely. "Call me Mrs. Smith, I'm Henry's cosmetologist." The woman replied.

"Now then, shall we get down to business? Hisao-sama." He nods his head as so we talk about the agreements and successfully strike a deal. It was dinner time and they prepared us a kimono to wear. Well, that was pretty considerate. They even help up in wearing it. We go to the dining hall where the food was already prepared and Hisao along with his wife Iwamoto Kiyoko. She was very elegant and graceful like a peony flower. Her black hair along with her white kimono was amazingly dazzling. I seat next to Hisao as we talk and drink. There is also a performance from an instrument called shamisen that was played with girls called geisha.

Shuten laughed. "You're indeed the best tactician in Saffronesia's business world." Ayo sneered. "That's just a name with no value. I want to take over Templer Road and complete Neuf Chrys Club's mission, allowing Mr. Yamamoto to increase his investment in Lumigen Pharmaceutical." She then approached the couch in the living room, picked up a kimono, and put it on. The kimono's print had brightly colored cherry blossom motifs. With Ayo's graceful figure, any man would be unable to resist her.

She pointed at the white kimono again. "Is that a shiromuku?" Akiko finally managed to name the kimono correctly. "Yes," Miura confirmed with a wide smile. Shiromuku was a white kimono traditionally worn for Shinto weddings. "Am I supposed to wear it? Me?" Akiko pointed at herself. "Yes, because you're getting married again today. You’re going to have the wedding ceremony you never had before," Miura said with a beaming smile.

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

“Unlikely. Thanks to you, I now have Gifu for that.” Miriam was still fuming as she left the dwelling. Her costume was gradually taking on the attributes of a Viking woman, though she insisted on not carrying a knife. She looked good in anything she wore. “What shall I do, my lord Jarl?” the older woman asked. Her face was serious now, respectful. “See to your mistress. Make sure she does not fall over and hurt herself.” The answering smile also told him they would get along. “It will be my pleasure,” she said, dipping her head so that he saw the blood welling up in her parting.

Haru Uncle Jin took me into a room that I assumed was his office. It was a neat place, with a study desk and chair on one side and a sitting area on the other. There were even murals on the walls, too. One of them caught my eye—it was of a beautiful girl in layers of colorful kimonos and surrounding her were mystical creatures: a dragon, a fox, a snake, and a cat. “That’s beautiful, Uncle,” I said, nodding toward the mural. “It looks like it’s in the Heian era, the setting.”

They all wore their Kimonos. "If you do not mind me asking, why are you not dressed in modern outfit?" I asked genuinely curious. "Anniversary of our ancestors," Akane answered proudly. "So how long have you been with Damien?" Azumi, the eldest of the three daughters and also the boldest. "Azumi!" Akane said in dismay. I smiled. "Not long but it feels like a while," I said. "And how many of his exes have you fought off?" Azumi asked with glee.