Watanabe Haruto Novels & Stories

Author's POV Satou Hiroshi was a name known throughout the world for his technological prowess, the owner of a giant technology company that had become a benchmark for founders of similar companies. He was still in his early forties, wears glasses, and has a tall, sturdy build that made him admired not only for his quality of life but also for his physical appearance. However, people’s admiration was not directed specifically at his good looks, but rather at his position as the world’s leading technology mentor.

Touching the long attracting ribbon, Heamillia whispered slightly teasing him, “You still can’t forget Haruto do you?” Zhi looked at her in his amber eyes filled with longing to the said person, and sullenly uttered in such a low voice, “Don’t mention what is obvious, even how I engrossed myself to the things am doing right now… that man, the most boring and dull person I knew… can’t leave my mind, he was living with my memories,” his lips suddenly curved in a bittersweet smile. After a few seconds he suddenly pinched Akane’s hand, leaning on his shoulder, punishing her for making him downhearted, and added, seeing her new dyed hair, “ You are also the same, you even mentioned her name.”

This kind of guy. Nozomi’s expression soured a little. ‘How troublesome.’ “But I won’t give up so easily. That’s how I get good at things, you know?” Nozomi tugged Hikaru’s shirt again, prompting him to lean towards her. “I’ll handle him.” Hikaru raised his eyebrows questioningly. Nozomi looked at the boy again. “What’s your name?” The boy smirked as if he had won. “I’m Goro, Watanabe Goro.”

I replied with a smile. " So you are" he asked with a smile. " Ā watashi no manā o mite. I am sorry. I am Haru Salvador. I am Miss Pierce's assistant and a designer" I smiled and shake my hands with both of them. "Oh. Hi Haru nice to meet you" Yoshi said to me "You know me. But still Iam Yoshiyuki Hatori and this my friend here is Zen Kirishima" he added. I looked towards him and forwarded my hand for a shake. The moment he took my hand to shake I could feel a tingling feeling rushing through my arms. The moment he touched me my heart skipped a beat. Unable to move, yet drawn forward by some invisible force, I didn’t know what to do. I don’t usually lose confidence in myself, having dealt wi

the commander shot back, a shiver creeping up his spine. None dared to claim folks like Masato, who was cast out and forgotten. "Haruto, it's me..." Masato's voice trailed as he came to, but he was out again before he could spill another word. Commander Haruto was not about to let him finish. Loose lips could mean losing heads. "Look, Mister Kane, I've got nothing to do with him, haven't laid eyes on the guy in years," blurted Haruto Mikami, desperate to clear his name.

He softly explained. "You came back?" I didn't know that. He nodded. "Yes, love, I searched for you, you kept changing locations every damn time for the past eight years, when I saw you, I was so happy." He smiled and then he began. "I'm Haru Nakamura, Johan, from a wealthy family here in Japan, I was a young lad, who loved music, discovered I was gay and fell in love with my best friend, who stole my songs and submitted them in the industry which landed me in trouble and I was almost blacklisted for plagiarism because of him, he took credit for my hard work, I retired from music for a while to go finish my schooling since my mother died from cancer, my father wanted to ruin my career becaus

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.

"Moshi moshi. Rushiasu Hanto CEO no hisho, Arura Wein desu. Shikyū, Satō Buchō ni otsunagi kudasai. Honjitsu no gidai ni kansuru kinkyū no ken desu" (Hello. This is Alura Wayne, executive assistant to CEO Lucius Hunt. I need to speak with Director Sato immediately. It is an urgent matter regarding today's agenda.)

Still impossible. The second: a woman known only through chatter in old military dossiers—Kavira. Former head of an African intelligence syndicate thought to be defunct. The third made her breath catch. Yun-Ho Watanabe. The man who had disappeared five years ago during the Tokyo power collapse. Presumed dead. He was here. Very much alive. She looked at the others. An Arab royal. A finance magnate from Brazil. And a man she didn’t recognize—white, mid-forties, skin too smooth, eyes too flat.