Miko Nakadai Novels & Stories

It seemed like it’s going to be a fun party to be quite honest. “Jordi!!!” Shrieking with utter excitement, Michiko showed up to greet the three of us who just got here. She’s wearing a casual attire, just a pink mini skirt and a baby blue spaghetti strap with the tiniest yellow sling bag. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and her face looked very gorgeous to be quite honest. She looked stunning but I wasn’t quite sure what is she wearing. “Hey...” I smiled.

Likewise for Mizuke, Kim Jae and Yamada were also invited to Nana's 16th birthday. Mizuki with a smooth mane in a simple bun, which is trending among adult magazines. She looks elegant and charming in her knee-length dress. Mizuki is here with Kim Jae. Mizuki as Nana's invited guest because Mizuki is the older sister of Yamada, Kenkyo's best friend. Kim Jae is Mr. Kensuke's guest. Actually, Mr. Kensuke invited Mr. Kim Jaerim, but somehow Kim Jae came instead. When they met, they were arrogant towards each other. Very different from when they lived in e used to be.

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If only her husband would give her this one chance, who knows what would happen? “You must have mud in your ears,” A voice said. Ejima turned her attention to the woman standing some paces away from her. She was dark-skinned and stood closer to the ground, using a dried cedar branch as a walking stick. Her name was Adaku, one of the village midwives. “Good afternoon…I mean…good evening, ma.” Ejima fumbled with words but hoped to keep her face stern. The crease on the older woman’s face deepened.

I say as I race to catch up to Brooke. “Bye, Mom! We’ll be back soon!” Cyrene says. “Don’t go too far, Iniko. You’re getting close to your first shift,” she calls out. “We’re just going to the mountain,” I call back. “Go, Kiko, go!” Cyrene says, encouraging me to catch up to Brooke. I love that Cyrene is nine years old and still calls me Kiko. She’s the only one who does. It’s just like she still calls Cal Calgon. No one cares to correct her because she’s Cyrene.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

Are hazel eyes common here in the Philippines? “Elijiah Kris Bach.” I said and let go of his hand. He turned his head on the side where Michiko is sitting. She was looking at him, quite panicking, before she stood up and slightly bowed her head and greeted him too. Michiko must not have noticed when Atty. Damites held out his hand for her because she’s busy recollecting her things that were on that side before quickly moving towards me. I pouted to stop myself from laughing when I saw the amused and shock look on Atty. Damites’ face when Michiko completely ignored him. It wasn’t intentional though.

I had 7 of them that I asked. “let the party begin” Matias yelled and the music was turned up. I walked down to the snack bar to get some snacks when I felt someone approach me. It was a girl not so older than I was, she had beautiful blonde hair and the most charming blue eyes. She smiled at me and proceeded to put a cupcake on her plate, I didn’t even know who the hell she was and she looked very creepy. “hi, you must be Camila, I’m Danielle but everyone calls me Danie” she introduced pushing her hand out for me to shake. I shook it.

************************************************* Warning: Alternative POVs ************************************************* 1-04-2113 (11:00 pm Kyoto: Original City, Japan) ************************************************* Isuzu Kai-Mikumi hated Japan. Well no, she hated her home, not so much the country. The country had never wronged her. As far as she was aware, she’d lived a relatively blessed life, good friends, and a good neighborhood. She was treated relatively well, and on certain days she had the love of a man; biologically her father.

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.