Oikawa Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ONE What a day! Chava Maurice, a young and beautiful young lady, slim and average in height who worked as a fashion consultant in one of the fashion homes in Losantiville dropped on her bed, with each pair of her burgundy shoes here and there. She had had a hectic day and all she dreamt of was a good bath, a good meal, and a good sleep. It was already past 7 P.M. and thankfully the next day was Saturday. She had drifted to sleep a little bit before her phone rang. After blindly rummaging through her handbag for a while without finding anything, she sat up and carried out a proper search but by the time she found the phone, the call had ended. She stared at the foreign number that had

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

"One soup three dishes?" The chef nodded, then used his hands to point. "Miso Soup, grilled fish, Tagamo-yaki, also known as omelet, Nimono and Tsukemono, you call them vegetables. Then, last but not the least, a pot of high-grade sencha green tea." "I call this brilliance," Caine said, rubbing his plans together. "What's your name, chef?" I asked. "Chef Toba," he answered with a hand to his chest and a bow.

*** They decided to head to Nishi-Koyama. From Jiyugaoka, they boarded the Tokyu Oimachi Line, transferring at Ookayama to catch the Tokyu Meguro Line bound for Nishi-Koyama. Along the way, Heri began to share stories. “There’s a well-known university in Ookayama,” he said, pointing at his phone. “And there’s a shopping street nearby I used to visit a lot. Behind the campus, there’s this small park with a pond—it's called Senzokuike.”

“Hokkaido for skiing, Okinawa for the beach, or—” Takuto was too busy scribbling the stock trends of Kimura Heavy Industries in his notebook to notice— Until he heard— “—Cape Amagi, in Shizuoka.” Snap. The lead of Takuto’s mechanical pencil broke cleanly. His vision blurred. In his ears, he could hear the distant roar of ocean waves. In his nose, the memory of that salt-stained, blood-tinged scent returned— Cape Amagi. In his past life, when Takuto Kimura was just twenty-five, his first love—Risa—had died there.

It was clear the new participant wasn't local. "Indonesia. Oh, let me introduce myself. Karin." She extended her hand, which was warmly received. "I'm Ogata. You're from Indonesia? Your Japanese is excellent! How long have you been living in Osaka?" Ogata appeared enthusiastic, despite rarely encountering foreigners. "I’ve only been in Osaka for two months, but I lived in Tokyo for almost four years before this." Karin answered truthfully, as it wouldn’t affect anything. "Oh, I see." "Yes, I'm really interested in traditional Japanese culture, which is why I came here right away when I heard this studio offers comprehensive training. I want to learn Ikebana first." Karin’s eyes sparkled as s

Maki stated, and Ida nodded as she fell on the sofa shutting her eyes. "Who's Avery??" Ida glanced at Daiki before glancing at Maki who got her message. She used her eyes to tell her to bring the tablet that shows the news. Ida collected the tablet from her, and read the news. *IDA OKINO MITSUKO, A JAPANESE ACTRESS HAS BEEN CAUGHT IN A SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH A FRENCH BILLIONAIRE. THE PICTURE BELOW WILL SERVE AS AN EVIDENCE."

Veronica says. Why am I getting deja vu right now? “Why? What happened?” “It is…definitely not my story to tell.” She stood up with her tray walking towards the trash can and Rhea followed. “See you later, Ava.” Why was I such a slow eater?! * “So as after class work, let's all think about two people that we can say we trust wholeheartedly. Next class, we’ll review it.” Mr Hobbs who was the general therapy teacher said.

Sakura was praying very hard Jane would miraculously appear and sort out this mess when she heard a commotion on the other side. She looked up to see the famous Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana coming toward them, his long hair—dyed bleach blond—flying and his long white robe fluttering about him. Beside him was the woman Sakura had been waiting eagerly to meet in person, the woman who had given birth to her twenty-five years ago, Haruka Tanaka, also known simply as Ms. Ruka. She was tall, Sakura realized, with strong, angular face, and thin nose that sat nicely on her face. She was very beautiful.

Matthew was amazed indeed. “It’s pretty lively.” Rose muttered. “This here is the Brouson Village in the western part of the Omni Kingdom.” Yuki explained. “Whoa~Ah! Is that a dwarf?” Matthew pointed at a short human not too far from them. “Yes, the Omni Kingdom is a neighboring nation to the Dwarven Kingdom.” “This is really awesome! There’re so many people of different species here.” “Races. We use the term races. It’s rude to call them as species.”