Sao Rika Novels & Stories

Eriko chimed in, “Oh yeah! And didn’t you ask us to come with you to that Indonesia festival a while ago? What’s going on, Sa-chan~?” Sakura flustered, “I-I’m just… curious, that’s all.” Eriko leaned in closer, grinning, “Really? Then why are your cheeks and ears so red, hmm?” Mia hugged her from behind, giggling, “Aww, who made our Sa-chan turn this cute all of a sudden?” “Who is he?” Eriko pushed teasingly. “Nobody! Just… a friend!” Sakura snapped, too quickly. “A friend… or a ‘friend’?” they echoed in unison, delighted.

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.

Derek joked, and they laughed again. They settled their differences some minutes ago. "She thought we trailed her and she thinks going out with those rags will stop us from finding her. Technology did a great job, all we have to do is to sit back and watch everything with comfort." Mr Gilbert stated, they laughed again. Amanda stopped somewhere and took off her extra clothes, Rika showed up and bowed. "Who is that girl?." Derek asked Gilbert who was trying to remember her face. "Ri...ka, yeah that's Rika, she is Anthony's maid. Wait, are they planning to destroy my son's life?." Mr Gilbert uttered in surprise.

she said, gesturing for my brothers to sit. Darius quickly put down the stack of glasses he was carrying and grabbed a seat right after Elijah took his. “So?” we asked in unison, all eager to see our girl. “I present to you, Riko Shiraishi.” mom smiled, stepping out of the way. My jaw dropped. If this were a cartoon, my jaw would have hit the floor, and my eyes would be bugging out of their sockets.

"What? Antilles Samarchia? 10th rank?” Rikka was shocked, as if she couldn't believe what she had heard. “That’s right. I am ‘Antilles The Soul Slayer’, the strongest wind magical girl in this Vitania. You are the one who faced the wrong opponent, ‘The Devil's Hand’ Rikka Gallipolia,” she continued. “No way.” ***

“As soon as Princess Mia is ready to go” “I have one more matter I want to draw your attention to, Sao is a Trainee here, she isn’t on any of our records because she is in hiding. Her family is wealthy and were murdered but all investigations have come up empty, I fear she will not do well here without Mia. Can you look over her case and tell me if she is safe to return to Ziion. I will comm you her details. “Yes, I will look into it”

“What is happening to her, Rika?” Rika’s pointy hat was the only thing visible for the grand duke since the witch was leaning down to guide her wife from the inside of the blankets. Female goblins were at her back – ready to take her orders such as warm water and towels. Rika’s onyx-colored eyes met his glowing green ones. And it took one look from her to make the shadows inside the room to swallow all its light for a fraction of a second. The way Rika’s once prideful eyes were cast down with shame and the way the corner of her lips curved in an inverted way. And when her words that were barely a whisper echoed inside the stale room, it was the final nail on the coffin. “I am sorry. If we co

He took a deep breath and continued, "...I need to be honest with you about it. I’m sorry, Sia. I’m so sorry." Rican kept apologizing, his voice filled with remorse. Then, he heard Sia's voice, calm and steady, "Rican, look at me." She placed her hand on his arm, and he met her gaze. He was surprised to see that there was no anger or madness in her eyes. Instead, she smiled. It was a small, sad smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes, but a smile nonetheless.

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Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.