Takami Chika Novels & Stories

She said while staring at her bandaged hand. “Sorry, but yeah” he sheepishly apologized. “It is hard to work out my strength. It gradually grew as I got older,” he said. Kazuha then heard something and went to the fence to check on the commotion. The other guys check on it too. “Hyakuya Kurai! Come out! I am Karasuma Takashi. The Captain of the Kendo club and the champion ‘Thunder’ among my high school peers in the prefecture. I have heard of your strength and the deeds which you have committed. I challenge you!”

The mean girl who bullied Hikari came out and saw Kuroko. “Hey Kuroko, what are you doing here? Are you here to ask me to be your lyricist?” She asked. Kuroko knew this girl well. Her name was Takami Rin. She was an aspiring lyricist but she was mean and would often bring people down so she can be on top. One of the traits that Kuroko hated the most. Rin tried to latch on to Kuroko’s arm but he wasn’t interested. He pushed her hand away and he followed after Hikari.

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂ Kagemoto Kazama. The name alone was enough to tighten my chest, but I didn’t let it show. I kept my expression exactly how it was, calm, polite, almost amused, even though my fingers twitched slightly at my side where the vial Phil had given me rested, hidden and waiting.

Isabella is claimed looking at the teacher. "I already suggested bunking this class and getting drunk" Lauren complained. "Shut up Lauren" Marissa hissed. Isabella just laughed at the two. They both were childhood best friends and loved each other more than BLOOD related siblings yet they were world apart in their personality. Lauren was a Kick-Ass girl, Always dressed in leather, she feared nothing. She had recently dyed her hair blue that matched her electric blue eyes. Her complexion was super pale. She was model like tall around 5 Feet 9 inches.

Too well. Pita- Hiroto's grandson, his father is Yumena's younger brother. As you can tell from his name his Mother is of french descent. ???: Kenichi- a guitar player Kagami befriended during auditions. He studied music in America overseas. Gives Kagami his miso-shaped bean bag first day moving in. Has adopted the American mindset of suing instead of negotiating things. Wallace- A gothic half-american player with a tall stature and deep voice. He gifts Kagami his table first day he moves into the dorms.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Lijun had disappeared, and he had already escaped. "Fuck!" Tamao Takeda cursed in anger. "Don't talk about this nonsense. Tell me who you are." Zhou Tian sat cross-legged on the bed and asked Tamao Takeda calmly. Tamao Takeda was very angry. He felt that he had been greatly despised. "Zhou Tian, I won't hide it from you. I'm Tamao Takeda, a member of the Bird Country's Waveman Group! This is called Songdao Youmei, my fiancee!"

Yesha: *coughs* Good work Aika. Aika: Thank you Commodore... Yesha: How is everything here, Field Executive Mikami? Field Executive Aika Mikami is a 24 year old lady with pearl white skin and a gracious figure. She has distinct Asian facial features. She supports Commodore Romanov in the Directive Dimensional Administration (the support arm of the military fleet) since childhood. She is more commonly known as the Maiden of the Grey who moves the battle group fluidly in Yesha's Absence and commands respect even from the combatants.

Takumo liked her soft beauty. Next stood Takiari. She had fiery red hair and sharp green eyes. Her body was strong and curved. She held her head high. Her hips swayed when she walked. She looked ready to challenge him. Takumo smiled. He enjoyed wild spirits. Last was Aridoari. She had golden brown hair and soft brown eyes. She seemed shy. Her cheeks turned pink under his gaze. Her figure was delicate yet inviting. Small hands twisted together in front of her. Takumo felt heat rise in his chest. He wanted to teach her confidence.

“This is Naomi.” Naomi was dressed in a short, figure-hugging gown that showcased her perfectly sculpted curves. Her black heels clicked lightly against the floor as she shifted, the short wig framing her face in soft waves. She smiled warmly at Amanda, a glint of confidence in her eyes. “And by my right,” Tamara continued, “we have Chipo, a sniper with a remarkable talent for breaching the most secure systems.” Amanda tilted her head and, in a playful tone, said, “Technologia.” The word rolled off her tongue with a teasing lilt, drawing laughter from everyone in the room.

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.