Midoriya Novels & Stories

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.

Plays electric guitar. Hirose Mio- she hit Kagami in the door with a face by accident and shows remorse. Plays guitar. Close to Anya. They were the only two from their original bands to stick together. Fujino Anya- she laughed when Kagami was hit in the door with a face and seems to have a dislike of him after hearing he was the songwriter for a popular band. Plays the keyboard. Has lavender highlights in her hair. Seems close to Mio. Hayashido Yoriko- a tall big busted girl who plays drums. Has white hair.

All were shouting and joyful as they were awarded bonuses and overflowing gifts from the Royal Caribbean Group and the Celebrity Millenial Cruise. Sandara is one of the Social Hostesses of the Celebrity Millenial Cruise Ship who is handling the Personal Relations in the said ship. She is also a party-goer 21-year-old cruise staff here. Her beautiful face has a resemblance with a local actress Angel Locsin and has a sexy body of 36-24-36. She is 5'7" in height and had an ivory flawless skin.

I'm stunned by her use of my proper extensive name and not quite sure how to answer. Tyboll, also with long hair and a decided spark in his eyes, steps around Veda and places his hand out. "Forgive my mate, she loves full titles." The she-bear playfully slaps his arm. "Please call us Tyboll and Veda and we shall call you simply Sierra," he says.

Time passed quickly, the entrance ceremony ended, Tachibana Hana waved her hand toward Monica again, but it was Sorata who was excited. Looking at this idiot, Monica decided to ignore him for now, but then, he didn't notice that there was another harem protagonist inside this hall that seemed to be jealous when he saw how Tachibana Hina was waving her hand toward the direction of Monica since even an idiot could tell who Tachibana Hina was waving her hand for.

Jackson looked drained of life essence and suddenly picked vegetables to be an interesting subject of observation. "Stop, the cavities might kill me," Maria whined with a red face, "I suppose that's a valid compliment, Pikachu." "Uh, Pikachu?" Jackson asked with a pout, "of all things, a Pokémon specie?" "Well, you're adorable, aren't you?" Maria made bunny ears with her index and middle fingers, "pika-pika." Jackson would settle for cute. No one had ever called him cute. It rang in his head like a band of drums and his heartbeat accelerated.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

“I raised her when her mother passed.” I looked at her for a moment, her eyes holding more pain than she would have wanted to show. “The maid who told Giovanni what happened to her,” she said quietly. “Her name is Miri. She’s new. Too eager to please the wrong man. I believe this would enough information for you to get what you want.” I nodded slowly. “Thank you.” She looked down at Lysandra with sorrow. “She used to be proud. Fierce. Like her mother. She used to be willing to fight, to stand. She is not weak. I know what I raised. And I know who I raised.”

She could still hear the running feet of the students. Dika snorted, her defiance as sharp as her tongue. She was the only one who dared to talk back to Nyxoria and live to tell the tale, the only one who had stood by her side on her first day at the Arcane. Dika was a tall, striking young woman, standing at 5'9. Her deep, rich dark complexion complemented her dark hair, which was meticulously plaited into neat cornrows that flowed freely at the end of her ponytail, adding to her commanding presence. She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself.

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.