Ichinose Haru Novels & Stories

* he looked at her questioningly *always good for a surprise, you know me* Keyla looked at Kojiro, who was a bit confused *Kojiro, this is Haru, he was like my mentor when I was studying in Hamburg* Kojiro dutifully shook his hand *how's your husband?* Keyla had hoped he wouldn't ask, but why should it go the way she wanted it to? *he is healthy again and is already back on the soccer field. Speaking of football, we have to go. Haru if I can make it, I'll come visit you again before I leave* Keyla smiled at Haru, who shook hands with both of them in farewell.

Tae Min pretended not to hear. Inside the classroom, their seats were far apart. Haru sat near the front. Tae Min sat near the back. Too far. Tae Min leaned back in his chair, watching Haru discreetly. Haru’s seatmate, Taki, leaned closer. “What’s first period again?” “Japanese,” Taki replied. “You okay? You look tired.” Haru rested his head on his desk. “Just didn’t sleep well.” Taki reached over and lightly touched Haru’s forehead.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

“You must be Haru.” I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. “Yes… and you are?” Her lips curved into a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Mikako Fujibayashi. Jiro’s sister.” I swallowed hard, my grip tightening on the doorframe. “What brings you here, Ms. Fujibayashi?” Her gaze flicked past me, into the apartment, where Hibiki’s laughter echoed softly. “May I come in? I believe we have much to discuss.”

The shock from whatever was still evident on his face. “Hmm,” my head nodded. “Where did you copy this from?” “Copy?” My finger scratched the back of my head as I stared at him. How did he easily find out it was copied? It took Daisy hours snuffing the internet just for this. And when she finally saw this perfect one, she had to duplicate two for us. “What’s your name?” The CEO interrupted my thoughts. “Eira Rowan.” “And you?” His eyes darted in the direction of Daisy.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Ejima shook her head, “I disagree with you. My life is not in your hands. And even though you destroy this very life, I will live again, in peace and harmony. In a place where the likes of you will never come near.” “Farewell then,” Uche grunted and charged.

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.

They have to pay blood for blood. Isabel’s hair stuck to her face as she walked back to her house in the rain. The heavy rain that splattered her body was the least of her worries. Her beast had long disappeared after killing Carlos. She has never been so enraged to the extent of murdering one of her own, but Carlos left her with no choice. Her mate was her top most priority besides her pack. Whoever messes with her mate messes with her, and her pack members weren’t an exception. Ignacio’s ear piercing screams from a distance didn’t make her feel remorseful for her actions. They had it coming sooner or later. Above all else, she only hopes that the moon goddess forgives her for killing one o

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.