Midori-ko Novels & Stories

"Scarlett." ******

Shogo was overjoyed and had been playfully teasing Natsu, making his eyes widen with delight. "His eyes are just like Nidaime’s. Sandaime doesn’t resemble him as much, but little Natsu-chan has Nidaime’s face too." Akiko could only smile at the comment and deliberately avoided letting Shogo get a closer look at his eyes. Akiko knew that Natsu’s eyes closely resembled her own, which would make explaining her relationship with Masaki a bit tricky. Akiko had fully understood why she had to become Ishida—following Kenji’s explanation that Hayato was Ishida. Akiko had no issue with the change, especially since she didn’t want to be called Sandaime everywhere she went.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

Young Kiyomi reached for the mirror. Grandmother pulled it away. "Not yet." "What is her name?" I asked. Grandmother looked toward the cottage window. Someone stood behind the curtain. A tall figure in an ash-coloured coat. Tsukiko. Grandmother lowered her voice. "Ayame is the name you keep." I frowned. "What other name?" Her hand covered my mouth. Fear tightened her face. The memory shifted. I stood inside a ritual chamber. Kiyomi lay unconscious on a stone platform.

“You won't like it when I'm lonely. I pick a fight with Hikari’s best swordsman, Yushi that little pest.” “Yushi?” “Oh you will come across him one of these days when we get closer to Hikari.” After getting enough of the fairy, they exited the party scene. Like how they went there, Mizuko’s hand were tightly holding Kenshi’s. Him holding her hand somehow makes her feel secure. Then out of nowhere, some thing jumped in front of them. It has a body like a gorilla but head like a dinosaur. Mizuko wanted to run but her hand was in Kenshi and all she could do is breath heavily.

And Aronohai Misa’s best friend and wrangler. She walks past the curious eyes of the elites and clamps a hand down on Misa’s shoulder. Something only she can do because they are almost the same height— and she is the one least likely to get her arm ripped off by Misa. All I know about Amane Riko is that she is known as an alpha with an easygoing demeanor, and she isn’t known to be cruel to omegas… “You all seem to be enjoying the show…”. She might as well have sprayed teargas at the spectators with the speed at which they dispersed.

Ergo, if her little brother liked this scourge Astar Levi, then she’d… beat the said scourge up until he turned a new leaf in life and stopped being such a scoundrel! Unless her brother liked his scoundrel self? 🤔 In which case, she’d… ai, she’d still beat him up!! She regretted nothing!!! And the final (but most definitely the largest) third of the answer laid in the study of wildlife in all of its different forms. Cordia Maery. A perfect specimen of a wonderous species collectively known as fujoshi or “rotten women”.

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.

This is perhaps, a prologue about the secret of my partner who hasn’t acknowledged me yet— Kuroyuki Shiroha. Also a very slight reveal of my mysterious background. ’Once registered, your ID will be set as ‘Anonymous #2207’. Is that okay?′ Yes. WELCOME TO KUROYUKI SHIROHA`S FANCLUB~!!! Kuroyuki Shiroha (黒雪 白羽) Race: Human

She couldn't have been older than seventeen, eyes open in horror from the wound that had split nearly half of her head. I had approached at the right time, missing nothing as the three young people standing around the body began to speak. I noticed instantly that one was the Game Master. In every memory or version magic conjured up of him, he was always cloaked. From the hair of spun gold and eyes of the clearest waters, I recognized the second person as Nadia. Her hands were brought up to her mouth, and diamond tears trickled down the soft panes of her rosy cheeks.