Yuka Arifureta Novels & Stories

Different voices echoing different phrases. “Look at that, Auria! The petals are falling!” The voice said out loud. Aura recognized the voice all too well, she knew where she heard that sentence from. And when she looked, she saw a scene that she hoped to not remember at all, as it would only break her heart further. Back in Japan, from three years ago. It was the season of blooming Cherry Blossom Trees and the place was packed with tourists. She was there too as it was her lifelong dream to see the trees. She was with her manager and a few relatives for a vacation. While enjoying the view of the falling petals being carried by the wind, she then heard squeals from the crowd. That attracted

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Aria asked again, enthusiastically wanting to know. “It means cute,” Yuki said. “You are very cute.” Aria blushed and giggled. “So are you. You’re so cute and pretty and beautiful, even though you look like a boy.” I saw Yuki blush as she touched her boyish hair. I wondered if she was conscious of her unique look. While Yuki and Aria started chatting away animatedly, with Yuki teaching Aria some Japanese words, I turned to Alice with a questioning look in my eyes.

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

explained Bela in response to Arifah and Kinta's curiosity. "So that's serious Raisa?" Raisa shook her head quickly but Arifah hugged her tightly and said congratulations to her. "Wow, the current Raisaku isn't the old Raisa." Kinta hummed and hugged Raisa while teasing her. "Pj, pj yes Rais. Pj Yu," said Kinta happily at Yuda who chuckled at the girls' behavior. "Don't listen, Yu. '' "It's okay. You guys get ready we go out," said Yuda reaching into his cell phone, "my friend will be here soon."

“Kitagawa Sakura. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The woman smiled kindly. “I’m Yamamura Yuriko. Welcome, Sakura-chan.” She gestured to the boy. “This is Kenta. Come on in—I’ve prepared some snacks.” Heri asked about Akari and his foster father. Yuriko explained that Akari had gone to the shopping street to buy a few things, while her husband was currently on assignment in Canada. “Oh, and I already told him you came,” Yuriko added with a playful laugh. “I may have also mentioned… you brought a girl.”

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.

She was slim, but her waist was small, and her hips were wide. "Brother, stop being weird. You are acting like you don't remember Akira," Yuki exclaimed, snapping me out of my daze. Shit. Was I now coming off as a weirdo?

Sato renaming his stall from Sato's Yudofu to Chiyo-chan's Yudofu. Saikawa Chiyo—that was her alias she went by when she lived in Kyoto. Savoring the yudofu and relishing in the flavor that was almost identical to what she remembered, Vera couldn't help but sigh under her breath. Time really flies, and it's suddenly over a hundred years since she left Kyoto…