Yabuki Nako Novels & Stories

Or I’d drunk my mimosas too fast? “How was brunch?” asked my roommate, Naoko, as I collapsed into a chair next to her. Naoko Tsushima was a senior, about to earn a degree in music. Her specialty? The tuba. Considering she was all of five feet tall, I still didn’t know how she could manage an instrument that large. A flute would’ve made more sense. “I puked my guts up,” I said. Naoko paused The Great British Baking Show episode she was watching. “Wait? Literally or figuratively?”

Lily replies. My mom jumps in, “Okay ladies, you have a lot of the logistics covered but let’s talk fashion. What are you wanting to wear this year? I can arrange for a visit to Sonya’s place – she is getting in her custom dresses, and I want you both outfitted before the other she-wolves go through all the options leaving you with little choice. Not that you won’t be beautiful, but I think she’s ordered a couple dresses with you both in mind.”

So, relaxing. His well pointed nose was red and has snot and thin lips are curving downward yet it still unmasked the beauty he has. He looks like an adorable angel. But in a version of a devious girl named Nikka. They quite look alike, the only different are the color of the eyes and it's shape: Nikka has more sharp lids while Yui are more rounded and has long eyelashes. Also, Nikka hair was straight and Yui are in slight curl. Yet, there facial features are quite similar, like a twin indeed. This made Nathan to awe.

The reason why Yahiko wanted to marry Nanako off to him was so that the Ito family could be connected to the Kobayashi family by marriage, and then, they would gain a chance to buy a stake in the Kobayashi Pharma. If the prospects of Kobayashi Pharma turned from bright to bleak in an instant, Yahiko would surely lose interest in him and Kobayashi Pharma. If that was the case, how would he possibly be able to win Nanako over, then? After all, Nanako was a goddess who was madly sought after by all men in Japan. She was also known as the Yamato Nadeshiko in Japan. It could be said that she was the most perfect goddess in Japan. Therefore, no matter what it was, Jiro could not allow her to slip

Ryu opened the door to the studio for Yuka to come in first. "Thanks." Said Yuka shyly as she goes in. " Yuka!" Nato greeted as he walked toward Yuka and hugged her. "Guys, this is my cousin Yuka. Yuka these are my bandmates and friends Tomo and Ishi." Nato said. "Hi, Yuka!" Said Tomo. "Nice to meet you," Ishi said smiling from across the room where they were seating.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

She says while helping me get to my feet. She’s a head taller than I am, with the athletic build of a ballerina… but Yukihime is different. Instead of conforming to the rules of being a Vega, she rebels at every turn. Where Luna Umiko was poised and proper, Yuki serves to break down everything they have taught her. All while wearing bright pink. “No worries. Everything okay?” I ask as I pick up my handbag. “You seem pissed. Wanna talk about it?” “YUKI!” Kira calls her and she rolls her eyes before nodding her head, so I pull her towards the hidden cellar I once took Kira to.

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.

“… Plan A totally failed! It doesn’t look like this dick plans on letting me go.” “No worries,” Nabi says, shaking her index finger in the air, “If plan A fails… that takes us to plan B. Squeeze his dick.” “How are you in Luka’s room?” Tamara yells. “Am I the only one curious about that?” “Tamara, shut up,” Yumeko retorts. I turn towards Yumeko, slowly nodding, “For the first time, thank you, Yumeko. Wait… his dick? Like the THINGY?