Japanese Romance Novels & Stories

the lady said and I scoffed. "You misunderstood everything ma'am, she's just a friend, there's no love attached" I explained. "Really? Okay then, I am sorry for misunderstanding" she apologized. "Thanks" I said and I sighed. Very funny lady, how could she think I'm in love with Jasmine. I scoffed again. "Impossible" I muttered. The door to the changing room opened and Jasmine came out again. This time dressed in short yellow dress with flower patterns. "How do I look?" She asked and I almost couldn't stop myself from staring at her.

are the sweetest I have ever tasted. He slowly lays me down without taking his face away from my lips... until he is on top of me.... he then kisses my neck a little and tickles it with his lips, he slowly removes my kimono with a lot of sweetness... I know what he wants... it's what I want too... I can't help letting myself go, his kisses are like the melody of a piano, they are just beautiful, so pleasant, so relaxing to feel that he loves me, to feel that we can melt, he embraces me and sticks his lips again like never before, more and more passionate... but in a moment... he stops, he just holds me in his arms and prostrate on my chest... he is just motionless without saying anything. He

I furrowed my brow as I started to change. “The day my best friend, the future yakuza boss, a total badass, who loves a good orgy Yūri Hatake not only gets married but is in love.” she laughed, coming over to help me with my kimono. Was I in love? Is that what I’ve been feeling? Maybe. It’s a foreign concept to me. “Oh, shut up and help me with this. We don’t have a lot of time.” I shook my head.

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." I ran my fingers of the spine of each book and then I read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

The annoyance I felt towards him earlier because I thought he had forgotten our anniversary all of a sudden and was replaced by butterflies in my stomach and horse racing in my heart. He's the one. Forever does really exist, especially when I'm with Jiro. He's the living proof of Prince Charming and true love does really exist. I am deeply madly in love with him. I can't even see myself in the near future dating another boy. I am sure that he is the only man I am capable of loving. Jiro slowly removed the blindfold from my eyes and first its blur until my vision gradually cleared. The first thing you see is the decorations Jiro's whole garden, just like a bandiritas made of white and red ros

Drew called again. She grabbed a floral Kimono jacket from her wardrobe, grabbed her beach bag, shucked her feet into her slippers and hurried down. At the sound of her footsteps, Drew started turning towards her. "It's about…" His jaw dropped. Then his eyes softened and a smile of wonder filled his face. He took the Kimono jacket and held it out for her. She slid her hands into the sleeves, conscious of the heat his body was emanating. He kissed her neck, right at the juncture it joined to her shoulder, and it was everything for her not to shiver. He stepped back and slid his hand in hers, his fingers intertwining hers. "Aiden is already in the car."

It was raining, just as Yuki breathed her last. There, Fūma was broken; he was destroyed. He just kept on hugging the girl he loved. He continued like that until dawn came, and the rain began to subside. He then stood up, lifting the fragile body in his arms, and turned towards the cherry tree and the sunrise light before walking away, carrying his beloved. No one knows what was on his mind when he gazed at the tree. No one knows for sure... where the man stepped and carried the body of his lover. Nobody really saw the man again. But we all know he was alive. He still lives up to now among all of us. That was where he was.

We held each other, kissing and caressing for a long time and again drifting in and out of light sleep. At around eight, we rose, showered together, her lovely body caressing mine under the warm water. "Shall we go out for some dinner?" I asked. "Great idea," she agreed. We entered a Japanese restaurant in the downtown business sector of Tel Aviv. Heather was wearing a simple white dress, knee-length, and some cream pumps. She wore her beautiful, shiny straight hair up in a clasp. I hadn't bothered to go home to change, so I was simply in Levis and a white tee shirt from the day. The restaurant was fairly full, so we sat at the bar in front of the sushi chefs. Heather chose some tuna and sal

If I don't love them, why am I even agreeing to go on a date or whatever they tell me to do even if I don't want to! We were both silents until I heard his phone ring. "Hello?" I'm looking at him now. "See you? It's already late at night, and I told you I didn't want you, didn't I?!" I frowned at him. "Who is that??" I curiously ask. "It's Deo." He answered. "Give me that, let me talk to that sh*t," I said softly and he gave me his cell phone. [Is someone with you?! It's Heaven again! What I've been telling you before is right, there really is something between you two!!] I can feel that he is very angry with me and so am I.

As I stepped inside, the familiar scents of herbs and garlic enveloped me, instantly making me feel at ease. I scanned the room, searching for the person who sent the message. My heart raced as I spotted a woman sitting at a table in the corner. Her back was to me, but there was something about her posture that felt unsettlingly familiar. I approached cautiously, unsure of what to expect. As I got closer, she turned to face me, and my breath caught in my throat. It was her—the woman from the article that had circulated a while back. Leo’s first love. The image flashed in my mind: the glossy magazine cover showcasing her radiant smile, paired with a headline about her connection to Leo. I had