Shigatsu Kimi No Uso Novels & Stories

Pretend I was sick and avoid another round of “Look who’s trying to fit into jeans again.” *Knock knock.* “Harriet! Come down for breakfast or you’ll be late!” my mum shouted from downstairs. Her voice cut through my thoughts like a blade so I yanked my shirt down, exhaled, and gave my mirror self a flat stare. This was me. Hi. I’m Harriet Avery. Female, if that wasn’t obvious. Seventeen. A Senior at Crestwood High—a hellhole politely disguised as a school, ruled by hockey gods and the spray-tanned cheerleaders who orbit them like glittery little moons.

I opened the messaging app and typed: [Don’t bother coming. I’m already home.] I hit send. The screen went dark. The house fell completely silent. I leaned back on my couch and closed my eyes. The small, stubborn hope I held onto finally faded.

I placed the papers on the table, neat and tidy. I was going to leave a message for her, but I did not go through with it. Instead, I said it in my mind, 'Hey honey, this is the last time I'm calling you that, I guess. I spent ten years in love with you. It's really hard doing that, I know, but I'm giving up anyway. Congratulations, to both you and me.' I grabbed my suitcase. The moment the countdown was over, I put my hand on the doorknob.

Before I could say another word, the line disconnected, leaving behind nothing but the hollow beeping tone. The cold grew sharper and sharper, carving straight into my bones. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a notification. I turned my head slightly and saw that Morgan had just updated his social media. In the photo, he wore nothing but a thin short-sleeved shirt with a popsicle hanging from his mouth. 'So lucky Ms. Sheffield brought me a generator, or I would have frozen tonight too.' I stared at the picture for a long time.

Behind the girl's coat, a tiny hand was visible, holding a little girl with dark curls close to her side. My children. A violent surge of emotion exploded behind Gabriel’s amnesia, the white fog in his mind shaking for a single microsecond to reveal the distinct, clear sound of a girl's soft voice: 'The coffee really is terrible...If you want something better... I know a place. Or rather, I’m done with my shift in five minutes." The fragment vanished as quickly as it had arrived, leaving a metallic taste of pain under his tongue. Gabriel reached out, his hand trembling slightly as his fingers brushed the digital screen, tracing the grainy outline of the little boy’s face.

“Tell me you love it.” Migumi bites her lip. “I—I love ughhh I love it ahmmm!” she said with difficulty, struggling to keep eye contact with me. I fastened my pace. “Say it again.” Her legs trembled in pleasure. “Ughhh I love—UGHHH!” she screamed when I suddenly inserted my finger inside her hole unannounced. Migumi started to panick as I start thrusting my finger inside of her without stopping. She gasped for breath, not knowing how to react with the overwhelming pleasure I’m giving her.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

- He said, giving a lollipop from the pocket of a box to each of them. - I don't accept sweets... - She said. - My name is Yusuke Yoshihiro. - He said. - What is you? – He questioned her. - Sakura Daidouji. - She said. - What about the little ones? – He questioned her. - Hiro, Shojin and Nihon. - She said. - So, we are no longer strangers. – He said, handing the lollipops to the three children who were crying, they stopped crying instantly.

Very soon after there was no sign of laughter, just the sound of clash and clatter, and a one sided fight was the matter but Shiro wasn't waiting to receive batter so he dodged to the side and did a counter It was a good one EXCEPT, what happened next he didn't expect his counter was blocked and it was all reset to where his opponent's attack was set to hit his chest a second time yet Shiro thought of the punch that had him done it felt like a thousand though it was one his ability to move was already gone, he tried to gather strength but there was none He tried to speak but uttered no word it was then that

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…