Kimi No Na Wa Novels & Stories

I replied with a smile. " So you are" he asked with a smile. " Ā watashi no manā o mite. I am sorry. I am Haru Salvador. I am Miss Pierce's assistant and a designer" I smiled and shake my hands with both of them. "Oh. Hi Haru nice to meet you" Yoshi said to me "You know me. But still Iam Yoshiyuki Hatori and this my friend here is Zen Kirishima" he added. I looked towards him and forwarded my hand for a shake. The moment he took my hand to shake I could feel a tingling feeling rushing through my arms. The moment he touched me my heart skipped a beat. Unable to move, yet drawn forward by some invisible force, I didn’t know what to do. I don’t usually lose confidence in myself, having dealt wi

“Whenever people ask me to describe my town, I usually gets very emotional for the simple reason, the climate gets you emotional. If you do not have those feelings, you are not truly a Namaqua child. Wintertime…the weather is sometimes so cold with a dryness that can cut you to the bone leaving you expose and vulnerable. Personally, I prefer the wet winter it is more manageable then the dryness. Autumn…once those winds start to blow, you have a cry within you that knows no bounds. The winds can touch your very soul. Springtime…it is the most beautiful time of all the seasons. You have the most beautiful unique veldt flowers that are part of this region. It attracts people from all over the w

Human and werewolf and never a moment's discord between them. Aluna and I are the elected leaders of the waterwolves, a model adopted by all of the packs. Aluna is temperate, caring, infinitely wise and loving. I ... well ... she will tell you I am proud and stubborn and impossible to do anything with except love. And then she will growl in my ear and nip at my neck until she too is impossible to do anything with except love.

Kimi saw me looking at her and smiled. “Hi, I’m Kimi Karina Hallivil, I believe we’ve already meet once?” She said reaching her hand for a handshake. I reached for her and nodded. It was when their family paid visit to the temple. Their daughter Kimi was let into the afternoon ritual to thank the gods. “Yes I believe so to, I’m Listarte Moria Graciana.” I said in reply. “We know, you were amazing in the test. Right?” She asked suddenly in a formal but excited tone addressing another two girls on her side. The two nodded in agreement.

Riko glossed over my comment to gush over the next picture. We all leaned in to look and smiled. Riko's grandparents were both dressed in traditional kimonos, and it looked like they were standing on a small bridge over a koi fish pond. “Yūri looks so beautiful.” Elijah commented. And he’s right. She was quite the vision in an ivory damask silk kimono with crimson red edging with her hair swept into a side bun. “Hiki is looking dapper too.” Darius commented. Hibiki was smiling next to her in a black and white men's kimono.

Not that Iori was much better than him. "Yeah, didn't we tell you?" Kajima asked looked toward the door where Kimiko disappeared a few moments earlier. As if summoned by the power of Kajima's plea, Kimiko popped her head into the room shyly her short brown lock slicing along her neck to the side making her look like a strung porcelain doll peering at them from behind the door. Ok, Iori seriously needed to write. Her imagination was starting to get away from her if she was started to picture her editor as a horror movie's character in bright daylight. Or was that the stress doing her in?

The private VIP room glowed with deep crimson lighting. The air was thick with incense, sake, and raw desire. Naomi Takahashi stood trembling before Kai, her body already burning with anticipation. Kai pulled her close and kissed her deeply, his hands sliding down her back. "You've been driving me crazy all night," he murmured against her lips. "I want to hear exactly what you need." Naomi shivered. "I want you to take your time… make me feel everything."

She had somehow managed to disappear into his closet and emerge wearing one of his white shirts. It reached halfway down her thighs. Her dried hair was pushed over one shoulder. Kane stopped. Mona glanced at him. Her eyes immediately brightened. "I'll call you later. Bye." She ended the call. Kane folded his arms. She pointed toward the kitchen. "Adam made ramen." Kane glanced over. Two bowls sat on the counter, steam curling into the air. Adam had added soft-boiled eggs, green onions, mushrooms, and slices of meat.

Kyomi had laid out matcha, wagashi sweets, and a deck of hanafuda cards. “Let’s play something fun,” she said, scooting closer until her bare knee pressed against his thigh. “You remember how to play hanafuda, right?” He nodded once. As they played, Kyomi grew bolder. She leaned over the low table, her sweater dipping low enough to offer a tantalizing view of her cleavage. Every time she reached for a card, her breast brushed his arm. She laughed at his precise, strategic plays, her hand resting playfully on his shoulder.

She rested her forearms against my shoulders, water lapping softly around us. “See?” Ava muttered. “Disgusting.” I ignored her again. Kimani smiled up at me, sunlight dancing in her eyes. “You scared her.” “That was the goal,” I said, brushing a thumb along her side just above the waterline. She shivered—not from cold—and her smile softened. Ava swam closer, clearly not ready to be excluded. “If you two start flirting, I’m leaving.” Kimani snorted. “You were flirting with chaos five minutes ago.”