Ouran Highschool Host Club English Opening Novels & Stories

Autumn yelled which made the students squeal in excitement. "The festival starts... Now, enjoy" Sky said and the two bid their goodbyes. Yua looks at her club members and claps her hands. "Go to your places! We'll open the doors now" Yua and Liam both walk towards the door and open it. ... "I didn't expect this, really," Yua said and sighs, looking at the person beside her who's using his phone. "Same, do you think I wanted to be cuffed with someone like you?" Daisuke sneered and glared at Jennie.

“Bro, you never told us that!” “Omo!” says the host. “Sugoi,” says Rintaro. “Awesome!” squeals Reggie. “I envy you. Please teach us, master!” He starts salaaming. “Congratulations, fearless leader,” says Neo. “Thank you, thank you,” Nathan says, beaming proudly. “Oh, I think,” the host says, “you just broke the hearts of millions of girls with that one. Do you think you could tell us who the lucky girl is?”

He looks at me and narrows his eyes . I blushed and looked away . Ok . He was still angry . I sigh "Psssttt " Peach whispered. "What ?" I look at her . She got closer so the boys won't hear us . They didn't even suspect since they both were busy talking. "The club is open from today " she said . My eyes lit up . "What ? Really ?!!" "Yup " she said popping the 'P' and sipping on her drink . "Can we go now ? What time does open though ?"

"Expand the address word, it is fine using seductive way." "We can play all the time, at my home." "Where are you now?" "Near the grave, at the very edge, turn left, turn right, go down, go up, step forward 5 times, step back 10 times, shake 10 times." (Do at your own risk, don't do it at your home!) "Feel given a challenge back, Pass. Next." "I have many toys at home, wanna come?" "Where is your home?" "Orochimaru Headquarters, 15 Scotts Road #05-10 Thong Teck Building, Singapore."

the bouncer, James, called back as he held the door open for them to pass through. “Hi James” Arianna, Zain and Samantha greeted in unison as they also walked inside the club with Rebecca and Melody. Melody cringed and tore her hand from Rebecca's to slap it over her ears as the noise from the booming speakers hit her ears. Her eyes slammed shut at the sharp intensity from the club's blue and red light.

"Uniform, textbooks, phone, everything you'll need." Everything really had been prepared in advance. As I looked up from the pile, I noticed the other two girls watching us. One had soft brown waves and a bright, easy smile. The other had long, straight purple hair and looked distinctly unimpressed to see me. The brown haired girl bounced off her bed. "Hi! I'm Clara." Before I could get a word out, she added, "I'm your fan, Azura!" I blinked. "My fan?" How did she already know my name?

- Jimboy *IIINNHGGGG* the door slowly opened at the person inside has been revealed "Ming ming and Kit kit!?"- Dessa

["No host, it was a case of mistaken identity. They sent the original owner to the wrong seat at the restaurant." "Come out Daisuke so that I can beat you to death." ["But host, now all you have to do is avoid that restaurant."] "You just wait if I don't beat you to shreds when I arrive back my name isn't Akira Yuuto." ["My master would not allow you to beat me while he is around."] "But he is never there when I get back from the worlds, excellent time to beat you." ["My beloved host has mercy on this poor system.]"

(Insert Theme : Fatal Frame 3 Ost - Koe) (A/N : I am going to borrow the song lyric a little bit. Yuuto's smile grew wider and his body started to disappear slowly as he lifted his head and stared at the starless night sky. 'If you were living in the depth of the ocean' 'I would become a fish just to be with you' 'I would descend the deepest of pits' 'Wonder the darkness forever as a shadow' 'Just to be with you' 'Kaguya.. for you.. I can be everything and do anything..' 'The only one who can be with you..'

“Camelot doesn't play. If they’ve sent a specialist, we’re in for a long winter. Did she give you a name?” “No name. Just a reputation for being a ghost.” “Well,” Julian says, gesturing toward the pulsing entrance of Club Ombra. “Even ghosts need to get a drink somewhere. Let’s go find him.” The club is a sensory assault. Purple and deep crimson lights spill over the floors, polished to look like liquid obsidian. The air is thick with the scent of expensive gin and sweat. Girls in cages dance above the crowd, their movements synchronized to a beat that feels like a physical punch to my chest.