Nishikino Maki Novels & Stories

merrissa chipped in and Nicki signed. " thanks to you all, and I will really miss you guys" Nicki said and hugged them. " I will miss you fairy" merrissa said " I will miss you mermaid" Naina said also " and I will also miss you my bestie and my roomie, the only gangster in LSH" silver said dramatically and Nicki slapped her arm. " ouch!! that hurt you know" silver pouted and they all laughed......

Sasha absentmindedly nibbled and kissed along my ear and jaw while most of his attention was to the game. Misha returned an hour later with take-out pizza and more beer. The usually reserved Russian was even more shy than usual. He avoided looking at me when I asked him questions and passed me a bear via Sasha although I was just as close to him. His behaviour was making me uncomfortable but I didn't want to push him in front of everyone.

Mike shook his head. Lipstick? The killer must be a woman, I thought. “Say, Marina,” Mike suddenly narrowed his eyes at me. “What?” I asked. I didn’t like the way he was looking at me. “Come to think of it, the lipstick the killer used to draw a heart…” “What about it?” I pressed. “The color of the lipstick looks just like yours,” Mike said while looking at my lips. My eyes turned wide. “What are you suggesting?” I asked.

Rachel turned the screw. "Miyako, did you give Pamela that box of matches?" Caprica glared at the ninja. "Matches? Matches are 'Old School'. Ninja's use encapsulated chemical reagents to generate flames," Miyako enlightened us all. "They even work underwater." Caprica looked down and coughed. When she looked back up, she was shaking her head and grinning. "I concede," she sighed. "Students," she called out.

Never in his wildest dream did he imagine that Yoshito was one step ahead of him and had coerced and blackmailed the police officers who were escorting him to the police station. Yoshito had laid a perfect trap, luring him to fall into it. Yahiko’s convoy suddenly went out of control because the Iga ninjas had heavily lined the road with makibishi. Makibishi was the Japanese version of the caltrop, which was one of the most common weapons used by the Japanese ninjas. It was a sharp spiked object made of iron that was used to slow down pursuers and also used in the defense of forts. Once it was scattered on the ground, it would reveal several spikes in different directions.

"What? recovered already? You really are a tough guy, Hanako remarked. "I can't believe that it took you this long to realise what stuff I am made of." I grinned. Hanako blushed, "Sh-shut up!". "Subaru Big Bro, shall I tell you a secret?" "Go ahead, Maki," I said. "If Hanako-nee likes a person, she turns red like a tomato!" "Really?" I flashed a smirk. "Shut up, Maki! Don't go telling that to someone you've just met!"

Overtime, Nozomi realised that the results of the games that Hikaru picked out were a lot more competitive. Just as they left the arcade, they ran into Makoto. “Ma-kun?” “Hina. You’re still here.” Hina’s surprised expression quickly soured. “Another gatecrasher.” “I didn’t come to gatecrash. I’m on an errand.” He raised his hands defensively. Then, he took notice of those around. “Ah. Hikaru-kun, it’s been a while.” Makoto greeted. “Mm. It has.” “Hello, it’s you again.” Makoto greeted Yosuke.

Nonetheless, the things still managed to appear, blurring his vision of the beauty within the painting that had captured his interest all those years ago. She was wearing a pale pink and white kimono of swirls and flowers. Her black hair was formed loosely into a chignon on top of her head, with a pretty floral headpiece on the side. Her skin was petal white and her lips ruby red. Posing there like some Japanese goddess, she was enchanting. Indeed, she had enchanted him, for she was Ned’s first and only love. She was his everything. Yet, she had left him, informing him via a note written on a good-bye card that she no longer wanted him in her life. Her name was Haruka Maki.

Nico occasionally stopped by for a few minutes to talk when no one was ordering. I tucked some hair behind my ear and took another sip of the orange and red liquid. Despite it being sweet, I took tiny sips every now and then. Licking my lips, I looked up and noticed Higan staring at me. "What?" I asked. "The studs look good on you. The way they sparkle under this lighting makes you more beautiful," he complimented and my heart fluttered. "Thank you." I smiled. "Judging by the way Nico treats you, I'm guessing that you're a regular?"

“My dad works for the Tokyo Stock Exchange. My mom’s a hedge fund manager.” Takuto: “…” (What is this? A rich heiress living among us commoners?!) As he struggled to process everything, Misaki stepped closer. Close enough that he caught the faint scent of peach shampoo. “Actually,” she said quietly, “I know who you really are.” Takuto’s heart stopped. “What… do you mean?” “The mysterious advisor of Kimura Corp.” Her eyes sparkled. “The one who saved the company with crayon drawings.” “...!”