Mika Harima Novels & Stories

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

I decided to follow the sound hoping for the best. I got to the kitchen, suddenly heaving a sigh of relief as soon as I laid my eyes on her. She stood by the sink, slowly stirring a mix of flour and cocoa in a bowl. Her white Apron had a few stains but she looked relaxed and engrossed in her work. She hadn't noticed me in the tensive room full of maids who were tensive at my presence. The woman close to the entrance shakily went down on her knees and they all stopped what they were doing, drawing Lena's attention to me. She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron.

Lightning flashed across the heavens, and thunder answered with a deafening roar that shook the very ground. Aria stood motionless amid the wreckage. Her hair, once soft and dark as midnight, had transformed into a luminous grayish white that glowed faintly, as if moonlight itself had been woven into every strand. Her eyes no longer appeared human; they burned with an intense white light. They were brilliant, ancient, beautiful, and utterly terrifying.

I notice Will visibly tense as I hold Brian's brown shirt between my fingers. I don't understand his behaviour, but instead of calling it out, I might as well have some fun. I give Brian a smile, making sure to put on a show as I reach down to pull my sweater off slowly. I don't break eye contact as I then pull my white shirt off, exposing my black bra. Brian's grinning at me, watching my every move.

She must be really close to Mariano to be on first name basis with Meela and Linda. I couldn't decide if I liked her or not.

Decked in smokey gothic makeup, a black choker around her neck with a ring piercing in one of her nostrils and two tiny round silver balled piercings in her right brow, she maintains her funny smile as she stretches a hand with nails painted black at me. “I’m Welma, and I know I must’ve surprised you. Girls like Kitra never learn the simple way so it’s best to challenge her like that, or she’ll keep trampling over you”. ‘Exactly my point!’ I hear Runa’s enthusiastic agreement and ignore her to politely introduce myself as I take her hand. “I’m Himari, and thanks for earlier” I smile softly and she suddenly wears a look of shock that quickly dissolves into a blown excitement as she brightens

That's when her and Jack plan to get married. Akiyama, Fumiya Harah 23 years old. Beautiful, with a gentle face. Brown short hair and eyes. Thin eyebrows, long eyelashes, small sharp nose and narrow red lips. Shee just came from a poor family. And grew up in the Orphanage. Jack Coleman's family happened to adopt her. They made her a maid. Harah was only fifteen years old when the Colemans adopted her. Harah was not the only one adopted by them. As well as her sister, Aryah.

It was the voice of the woman that had captured her two years back when she had followed the basket to this island. “Nwanyoo (Easy),” Ejima muffled and turned her attention to the woman. She towered some feet away, with braided hair that dangles on her sides. It was impossible to see her eyes, but Ejima could see the muscle drooping on her shoulders like a watermelon. Save for the fact that women hardly wear weapons, Ejima has never seen a woman with such height and power. Her status could send even the bravest man on their knees.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.