Kaoru Hikaru Novels & Stories

My eyes widen as he gets down on one knee and tends me his hand. “Hayat Aiyer, will you be my girlfriend?” (*^▽^*)

His white shoes stopped in front of me as soon as he reached our platform. Amor and he remained in a glare-lock for a few minutes with pin-drop silence taking over the hall. The heaviness in the air around me increased, and I gulped. If I could, I would have simply slid away from the throne. Sitting in front of him and beside Amor was like a seeing god of death. His gaze turned gentle as he looked at me. “Apologies for being late,” his voice had the depth of the oceans, serene, but deadly. “I am Hikari Kazumi, the second child of Hana Kazumi. Please accept my greeting, your highness,” he knelt before me.

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

*Hikaru tapped her on the shoulder and she flinched *sorry I didn't mean to scare you* Hikaru saw what was wrong She wasn't allowed to think now, she had to be the way she always was, she had to function. *Of course I'm here, I want to finish you off today* she grinned at him *how finish, don't tell me you're playing with us? * he looked at her in astonishment *err, ask Genzo, he's played against me a few times* Keyla saw out of the corner of her eye that Genzo, Taro, Tsubasa and Kojiro were just arriving and her heart was pounding. Hikaru got up and walked towards Genzo

She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest. Agawa- From Iceland and a college student, his ash blonde hair is natural. He plays bass, doesn't like listening to those he doesn't respect. Only respects people who have decent skill in music. Is popular among the ladies and has a fan club. Hagihara- A bald and tall young man who wears tinted glasses, is he a fan of Satoshi or he simply just shy? He tends to wear all black and his deep voice can unnerve many but unlike his appearance, he's actually a kind fellow and is often cleaning up Akemi's messes and misunderstandings. A mediator.

“Welcome to the Prime Institute of Music, Ms. Kida.” The headmaster handed the necessary papers to Hikari. She had just been admitted to the biggest music academy in Japan. Hikari smiled as she held the papers in her hands. This was the moment she was hoping for. She was happy but not because she was admitted to the institute, but because she could finally find Black Moon. An artist who rose to fame a few years ago. An artist that sparked Hikari’s love for music once more. She felt as if they were one and the same and she just had to find him. She left the room with a smile on her face.

"I-I'm sorry. You are?..." "You don't remember me?" the man asked, disappointed. "Dude we were good friends in high school. I'm Kouga! Megumi Kouga" Still, Aito couldn't remember so he smiled at Kouga apologetically.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Hello there. Comeback with the story of Kai or Kazuo-kai at Seirryu university. The first day had been so confusing for Lord Yakuza. What would happen next without Ozgur in this story? See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

That was the best description Laura could ever tell K about her father's physical appearance. K thought that was probably the reason why she loved listening to Cat Stevens' songs so much growing up. It provided her so much solace, and a feeling of belongingness, whenever she played his songs - especially his track Moonshadow. In her pre-teen years, she even kept on fooling herself that he was indeed her dad, and that he had to go and leave them because he's a superstar.

She had a vaguely relieved smile on her lips as she crashed into Nikolss and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, hello Doria." Nikolas murmured. "It isn't like you not be prepared for dinner." So this was Doria, the model fiancee of Nikolas Sica who probably hated me already. Yikes. I eyed her curiously. She was a living walking Monalisa. Her skin was a delicate porcelain hue, her lips full and rouge and her mannerism implied she was a woman in full sync with her femininity. She seemed a few years older than me, perhaps twenty eight.