Sayaka Igarashi Novels & Stories

- Yumiko asked, her eyes getting bigger. - Yesterday at work, while you were collecting orders in the room, Kai Ichatashiko sat down at the bar, ordered sake, said that he heard about my fear of the dark from our professor, with whom he is supposed to be friends, and gave me this card.- Miyuki explained briefly.

Kira gave Saga a pleading look, he raised both of his hands in surrender, "I've had my shares. You're on your own." * After the phone call, Kira and Saga decided to eat their breakfast in the living room. They sat there and talk about their favorite cartoon, and their embarrassing memories of their childhood. Kira told him about the time she love to sneak out of the house riding her tricycle giving everyone a scare, or how one time at middle school she thought it would be a good idea to cut her own bangs, while Saga told her about his first roller coaster experience and how he puked in front of his crush and how he hated Tuesdays because he seems to be very unlucky every Tuesdays -until the

"Good night Itsumi." "Have a splendid night rest dear." "You too," she replied them and dashed upstairs. **** ~Akamine's Residence~ Yuki Akamine sat in front of her laptop screen as she surfed the net. She stopped what she was doing and picked up her phone. Her fingers found their way to the gallery icon and scrolled through the pictures. There were tons of pictures in her cell. Most of them were pictures of Sasuke and Sakiko. Her eyes darkened as she gazed at one particular picture. It was a picture of Sasuke and Sakiko in class. He looked at her with a pleading expression while she glared at him.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

I demanded, “do you speak Japanese??” Jessica finished whatever she was saying to Mr. Isogawa before she turned to me and shrugged lightly. “I had a Japanese-American roommate in school. Tammy Nakamura. I learnt from her. When you started doing business with Mr. Isogawa, I tried it out on him” she grinned. “He thinks I'm very clever.” Mr. Isogawa's head bobbed in agreement. “Sadie is very smart. Works very hard. Beautiful, too,” he murmured. “I love her glasses.”

That's when her and Jack plan to get married. Akiyama, Fumiya Harah 23 years old. Beautiful, with a gentle face. Brown short hair and eyes. Thin eyebrows, long eyelashes, small sharp nose and narrow red lips. Shee just came from a poor family. And grew up in the Orphanage. Jack Coleman's family happened to adopt her. They made her a maid. Harah was only fifteen years old when the Colemans adopted her. Harah was not the only one adopted by them. As well as her sister, Aryah.

There was no need for a résumé because Madam G was in charge of assigning her an employee. She wanted to learn more about Nyarai because she hadn’t done so before. Simultaneously, test the small girl to check if she was loose or not. “My name is Nyarai Sakura, I’m twenty-one years old, and..............” Nyarai continued telling Avita more about herself, and Avita listened intently. What astonished Avita or made her like the girl more was how she maintained her engagement with the organization. She didn’t even bring up Madam G again, demonstrating that she had remembered to preserve the organization.

“What’s its name?” “Aki,” I said. “He’s a Havanese. He found Toby first.” The woman got down to her knees and reached out to stroke Aki’s head. “Thank you for finding Toby.” Aki stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail. He looked damn pleased. When she stood again, she said, “I’m Sakura. What’s your name?” Sakura? As in the Japanese Sakura? As in cherry blossom Sakura? I must admit the name fit her perfectly.

"By the way, I just found out that today is Cai Kang and Otaka-san's birthday. Did you say your greetings?" Kazuha shook her head. "We had to prepare and leave by the time he had woken up. I don't have time to but don't worry." she assured her sister. "I already prepared a present for them. I had made sure to deliver it. Once they come home, they'll see it." "By the way, Is it true that Sayaka is returning?" Kazuha nodded in confirmation. "Sayaka is coming back from training in America." "By your side?"

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.