Japanese Endearment Novels & Stories

It was sad to think that all that innocence was just a ruse to mess with my mind. Japanese Phrases: "I love you.”

I'm really good always and forever. "Send it to me." Flicking my tongue I said, my cellphone suddenly rang so I reached for it and opened the picture given by Yujin Ha. I read all of it and I almost vomit. Yuck, that manager-I mean Dean and this Adela is an example of the word kadiri, they even use the endearment 'Honey' "I want to vomit, Yujin Ha." I whispered. "Yah, I almost vomit and you just want to vomit. My stomach was worse than yours." It also whispered back.

Darin is a Japanese term for darling. She had been calling me that even before we started dating, it was her cute endearment for me, and I really find it heartwarming that she calls me that. There were a lot of English endearments she could call me like her past exes, but instead, she chose to call me using her native language. I felt so special, well the way she also treated me was far different from the others she had a relationship with so I really thought she was serious as I was with her, but it turns out, she was still the same. Maybe no one can tame her but herself.

He looked down to find that a cucumber resting against his shoe. ‘Weeeird.’ “Excuse me, ‘Bocchan’, I seemed to have dropped my cucumber. Would you mind picking that up for me?” Tamashi turned around to find an older-looking man standing with two grocery bags in his arms. “Uh, sure, just let me- wait a minute, what did you just call me?” “I don’t remember. What did I call you?” “You called me the Japanese word for boy, the one specifically used as an insult.” “Ah, you know Japanese?”

(You taste so good. "Kenji, stop, I need you inside me." We're barely undressed but he does what I ask, pushing himself inside me, keeping up his Japanese until I'm sure I can understand him. "Kimochi ii." (It feels so good.) He pants and I'm so close when he pushes deeply inside me and cries out. "Iku." (I'm coming.) I briefly think of Dane, his finishing and running off when his sister knocks on the door and disappointment flows through me, but it's banished when Kenji stays inside me, his hand reaching down to touch me.

"Maybe I should cut it super short so that you can experience all stages of my hair length." His smile faltered. "Please don't." "Just kidding," I laughed. I gently ran my hand through his soft curls and kissed him. "I love you." He grinned. "I love you too." "I love you more." "I love you most." "I love you most-est." We both burst into laughter and he said, "That's not a word, Jamie." "It is in my dictionary," I retorted and he got on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and grinned up at him. "It's too early for that."

She poses with her hands on her hips and exaggeratedly pursed lips. “What is seduction in Japan?” Molly asks. “Girl lay back, pretend to be hazukashii, then make sounds like this,” Yori says before starting to squeak like a hyperventilating hamster on helium. “That is sekushii in Japan.” “Ugh . . .” Katarina groans, and then quickly adds, “No offence.” “No. It’s okay. The pretending is ridiculous." Molly agrees vehemently, “Hell yeah, it is. If you’re pretending, that means you are probably not getting your own Os. Who has got time for that? Do seduction that makes you feel sexy. Who cares what he thinks about it?” Molly is caressing her own curves as she makes her suggestions, completely

"Come on, Solana." I swallowed hard and my cheeks heated after he closed his eyes and protruded his lips, waiting for a kiss. Gosh! He's a tease. I want to think that he's trolling me again, but he doesn't seem like playing. He's smirking, but I can feel that he's really serious. He laughed softly while keeping his eyes closed. "I'm waiting, babe." He bent his body, leaning forward so I could reach him. Babe. Oh, damn! Here he is again. Calling me with that endearment. Shit! I didn't know that that endearment could be sweet in real life. I've never imagine someone calling me that and hearing it from Jordan makes my knees weak.

I suddenly stiffened as I felt his lips on the back of my jeweled hand. "Like the gift?" I blinked softly. "I hope you like it, Ai." "Ai?" "You don't know our initials are there? A for Andrew and I for Krystal. Put them together and it becomes AI. In Japanese it means love. Right?" She wrapped her fingers around mine, lifting them slightly so we could both stare at our intertwined hands. It was clear in my mind that his hand, wrapped around me as if without words, would continue to protect and guard me.

“What did she called this again? Oh, the Maneki Neko, aka, lucky cat, they’re often gotten to attract luck, wealth of happiness and I got the white cat for you because they said it symbolizes happiness.” Now knowing the names and uniqueness of these dolls made me find them so cute. And his thoughtfulness to get me gifts from Japan felt touching. But was he supposed to be that thoughtful towards me? As I stared at him, skeptically, his eyes darkened as if he was telling me ‘Reject my gifts and face my wrath’ I swallowed and then decided not to overthink this. “Thank you for all these. I really appreciate.” His gaze softened and he smiled. “You’re welcome.”