Mii-kun Novels & Stories

Thinking how to make me understand what he said. I touch my head which feels spinning. My sight began to faint. Ah no. I can't fall! but ... I'm really dizzy. Oh my God, how about this? I couldn't possibly leave this man outside, so I went to the room to rest. After all he was a guest. Although I often don't understand what it is doing to me, I still have a sense of social between humans. I have to think positively, maybe this man is having a memory disorder, so he thinks of me as Shireen. Even though in fact I am Shin. I don't know who that person called Shireen is.

I grab it and check the screen. Kiki wants to FaceTime. I click accept as soon as I see the name. Kiki is what I call Kieran, my best friend since we started high school. We met as freshmen on our school’s soccer team, and I knew from the moment he opened his mouth that we’d get along. He’s this tiny half-Japanese kid with fluffy brown hair and more energy than a chihuahua with a chew toy. He’s barely grown since, but that just adds to his whole cute schtick – though it’s not as endearing as his smile. Kieran is always smiling, usually accompanied with a big, bubbly laugh that I would personally call a giggle.

He winked at me and I blushed, hurriedly averting my gaze. "Let Jamie have the yellow plate and party hat," I heard Higan say and looked at him again. There were five plates and party hats that were pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. "I don't mind any," I said, interrupting their banter. "Bullshit," he said, walking to me with the yellow party hat in hand. "It's your favourite colour." My eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know?" "Well, your phone case is yellow. There's this yellow sweater that you seem to cherish so much and well, you're blonde."

Miss Park would definitely get what she deserves. Shima Haruto is my best friend. He's tall and handsome, with light brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes. He's a basketball player and a hardcore Kpop fan. His dream is to join a kpop band as a rapper. We've been friends since we were toddlers. I trust him with life and vice versa. He's the only one who understands the pain I'm going through. Every second of every single day.

Which team are you guys on? a. Team Hyun Ki b. Team Jack See you 👋 LOVE ALL ❤️

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.

Go Jii was already in that restaurant having his lunch when he saw Mi-cha he smiled but his smile didn’t last too long, he saw that Mi-cha wasn’t alone she was with some guy at first he didn’t know who he was but when that guy came in he realized that it was Mun-hee, his face showed some type of jealousy, that time he decided to call Mi-cha and when they turned toward him, he smiled while looking at them, he waved at them telling them to come, but the two didn’t come so he went toward them, he was about to greet Mi-cha but Mun-hee stood in front of him and he said

Answer questions with a natural smile, without awkwardness. “Wow! Hyomi doing greet!” Mira said her feeling proud, “She's not the Hyomi i use to know.” “And XD member looks comfortable. That's already a good point. But... why is Juni so quiet? He usually do a lot of jokes to cheer up the atmosphere.” ^^^ They shook hands and thanked each other. Kang Hyomi tried to shake hands with all the members, but eventually shook hands with Sean and jumped into Dion's hands though Jun between them.

Of the four of us, Jacob is the youngest; still 18, and as such, takes his responsibilities very seriously so no one thinks of him as still being a pup. “You know something, don’t you?” Cayden asks me in the mind link. I notice that it’s just the two of us in the mind link, Bree, Jacob, Tasha and Channing aren’t privy to our conversation.” “I don’t know yet. But we’re going to find out.” Chapter 3 coming soon

I finally inhale and rub my temples before continuing on my way to the school's field. The overprivileged narcissists — sorry, the ‘Jocks’ — had already assembled on the field, the sun beating down on them. I click my tongue as I continue to move forward, my eyes raking the little crowd in search of their coach. Soon enough, my eyes land on him. He stands out in a black vest bearing Aurum's symbol. As soon as I step foot near them, some head turns to me. “Oh Calvin. Wassup gee.” A guy I don't recognise greets, followed by some other guys.