Miraculous Japan Novels & Stories

It felt hard to breathe. I don't know where the courage came from, but I pushed open the door and I could see both of them freeze. Mira scrambled for the duvet using it to cover herself while Luca eyes widen in shock. “Ava, what are you doing here?” Luca asked and I let out a bitter laugh. “What am I doing here? I should ask you the same.” “Is this Japan?” I asked him in a watery voice. “Ava, it's not what you think it is.” Mira let out.

A bird falls mid-flight, hollow as if drained from the inside. Kojo tries to reconnect, but Mira flinches at touch. She begins to write everything down obsessively — journals, drawings, names she doesn’t remember learning. One evening, she looks up at the river and sees her own face in it — not her reflection, but her — standing in the water, smiling. Skin Between Worlds Mira returns to the shrine, hoping for closure. But it's vanished. Only twisted roots remain. A torn strand of red twine hangs from one.

"I want you to be honest with everything you want me to do with your body, if you want, you can even make a bucket list and I will do my best to fulfill them. Anāl, role playing, BDSM, anything you want to try." Miracle became a sputtering mess and she opened and closed her mouth, unable to form a word, and her face was starting to blush a beautiful red. "Can you please tone down your words because you get me speechless everytime." She finally said, looking flabbergasted as hell.

says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get redder and redder like a tomato. “End of the line, was it Fuujin or Raijin, or a constellation or something inhuman not even known to humankind or from a folklore not from Japan at all, was it from a chinese mythology or perhaps western Europe. Perhaps it may have been from India too…. I’m done.” Says Ayame and lays on the ground looking at the ceiling. “No use~… These guys don’t even know what their leader is.” The yokai fall unconscious from holding their breath for too long one by one like dominoes.

Gerald smiled broadly. I wasn’t the only one surprised to see him grinning. “Mr Lead, this was an impomptu meeting, I have a flight to Japan in three hours”. Mr khoki said. He was Japanese and he is very strict and precise about everything. “Calm your horses Khoki” Gerald leaned on his chair and moved left and right. “You can still make it to Japan today. This meeting is to announce the new CEO”. He said with a strict tone. I had so much to learn from Gerald. His playful gestures and smiled disappeared as soon as he started business.

It was those two who helped grant him his great wisdom. In Japanese mythology, Yatagarasu was a raven that helped establish their country and people. The raven itself was divinity and was asked by Ameratsu, the great sun goddess herself, to lead the first emperor to settle ancient Japan’s fertile lands. “Nn. I like this as well,” said Miko. As the two of them had a casual chat about their organization name, their fleet dismantled the pirates one by one. Eva and Miko simply swam through the enemy and disabled or destroyed them swiftly. While other fighters operated in wings of four or even six, the both of them were only in a wing of two.

They were then taking them down more devious paths, as some villains emerged, as Miraculous Woman's enemies and as some of Poison Ivy 's dark enemies emerged, here he was creating some of his own enemies. The only behavior, nothing out of the ordinary, only, they didn't know about some of his friendships, his name was Aka Akimitsu Fukuoka, a vampire and immortal, being one of the oldest men he knew in his life, when they were heading to a private island in Japan.

Xoxo, Your humble Author, Miracle.

That made the people applaud, and when we left the chapel to get into the limousine, they wished us well, threw rice over us as a symbol of prosperity, sang something in Japanese that I couldn't identify, but it brought a kind of smile to Amaya's face. "Sore wa shinji rarenai yo..." she said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Just that I always heard about weddings, saw movies, and all... But I was never as close to something related to Japan as I am now," she explained, and I smiled at her.

Cassie’s POV We had a wonderful time in Japan, exploring Tokyo and soaking in the refreshing and surreal experiences. I loved the food, the culture, and the people. It felt like paradise. However, the old Japanese lady in the black kimono and her cryptic premonitions lingered in my mind. Her words seemed to offer a sliver of optimism, suggesting that someone would return to my life. The only person I had lost was my mate, and no matter how much I wished for his return, I knew it was impossible. I had witnessed his burial myself, just a few months ago—though it felt like it happened yesterday.