Teenage Chuuya Novels & Stories

Best chachu of the year Hate Tina presence around Dhruv Don't take second before putting her on place " My friend, let's make tonight colorful. Don't be shy, my love. Before your wife, you used to be naughty-naughty with me. Look at this yourself, wife. " 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉. • 𝘼𝙜𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙥

Hua✨: Good luck on your first day of highschool (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ Jay🌸: Thank you (◕ᴗ◕✿) She giddily put on her shoes after replying to the short text message with her favorite cousin from her maternal side. TianHua is a police officer, a rebel against her parents who didn't want her to achieve her dream. After she graduated highschool, TianHua went straight into the police academy before anyone could stop her. Meanwhile Jay doesn't even know what she's gonna do with her life yet, except getting straight As and waiting for the next season of her favorite anime.

She greeted. "Um, hey." I replied. "So you're friends with Toma? I've seen you walk in the classroom with him." Ah, this girl is another one of those who chases after Toma. "Yeah, and you are?" "Oh sorry I haven't introduced myself first, I'm Xia." "I'm Yuji." "Well Yuji, about your friend Toma…" this is how it always goes for me when it comes to girls. It's always Toma they're talking about.

"My name is Tanaka Seiji. I'm the son of the owner of this hospital. You are?" The patient was taken aback at the boy's confidence. He smiled. "My name is Kagarawa Yuuma" Seiji hummed. "Your name is too long. Can I call you Yuu? Yuuma was shocked. He had never seen such a kid in his life before. One who didn't care about the basic manners. Well, he is still a kid. "No. I'm 15 which means I'm your older than you. You can call me Yuuma-san or Senpai"

Valerie stated as she handed her the freshly baked cookies she had made and smiled at her before sitting down on the couch. ‘Mrs. Nettle, I got some ice cream.' ‘Good evening, Mrs. Nettle, I also bought some egg tart.' ‘Mrs. Nettle, I ordered some pizza.' Mrs. Nettle giggles as she recalls how every time Valerie eats dinner with them, she always buys something as an exchange, which she thinks is kind of cute. Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun.'

She immediately ran towards her seat position, and a person followed her suit which she presumably thought that it’d be her seatmate. “You must be Xiao Lee Tatsunumi?” the girl asked, in such a low voice. “Ah, yes, I am,” Xiao nodded as soon as she was already seated. The girl followed and sat beside her. “I am Yumi Tachibana,” she smiled as she offered her hand for a shake, which Xiao shyly accepted as they promptly shook each other’s hand, “I also want to be part in the sports field. I look up to my cousin as he is such a great gymnast, just like you.”

I first stared them before I spoke. "Good morning everyone, I'm Chloe Scarlet Orianna, 24 years old. I'm new here so I'll be looking forward to work with you guys" I confidently introduce myself but no one seemed interested and yet they even look furious. Kiefer walk closer to me and gave them a death glare and suddenly the whole class stand and bowed their heads.

I mutter, draining the remainder of the canteen. "I still don't know how they could do something like that to a—how old were you?" "Eight." "What the fuck is wrong with them? Why would they do something so horrible to an eight year old?" My lips are twisted into a grimace at the memories it brings up and I take a deep breath. "Not that this isn't a fun topic but can we talk about something else?” “Like what?” “Like—I don’t know—uh . . . Oh! What do you plan on doing after you turn eighteen?" I suggest.

".What is this?" "Truth, Creed," Zara said smoothly, stepping closer, the picture changing to another one — Yuyu, barely sixteen in baggy pants, laughing, with unmistakable boyish features. "Your little Yuyu — your dream girl — is a man. Or did you really not know?" "I—" My head inched towards Yuyu, as if seeing her — him — for the very first time. "Don't believe this," I panted, my face ill. "It can't be. It's not true."

Unread messages in the “Myōran Middle School Class of 2024 Parent Group Chat”: 99+ Mrs. Kimura sat frozen on the living room couch, her phone gripped like a time bomb. The glow from the screen flickered across her face as she scrolled through message after message with growing horror. “Takuto,” she called, her voice barely above a whisper, “this lady—‘CherryBlossomsDance’—says you built the Tokyo Stock Exchange out of LEGO... in kindergarten?”