Yuka Arifureta の小説・ストーリー

Kartika asked pointing to the bracelet that he wears on his right wrist. "I made it myself. This bracelet is priceless to me." Alfi answered stroking it softly. "Huh? There"s something carved on it." Kartika said trying to check it. "Megumi... Who is Megumi?" Kartika asked. "My waifu (a female character who is liked or even loved by someone, the worse is considered real soulmate that he wants to marry her instead of the real one. E.g. The author"s waifu is Mitsuha Miyamizu from Your Name movie.)′ Alfi smiled

He caught his mace as it passed over her head and was about to bring it down just as she tumbled forward and out of the way. Ruben grunted in annoyance- he almost had her- while Arisa smirked. Arisa stood up straight and changed her previous position. Her left hand faced her opponent as she squated down, left leg out and right one underneath her, and in her right hand she held her sword. She launched her whole body at Ruben. She went for a straight jab but u dodged to the left. Arisa turned, swinging her sword for momentum, and slashed at Ruben.

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.

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.

I skip further into the little book, slightly curious about the dates I've noticed this far until I reached a page that caught my eye. December 21, 1997. The ground is covered with snow, the tulips and rose buds I've come to love and treasure are no more, yet I don't feel lonely or cold. Someone lies ever so comfortable in her basket figetting about- right now only just smiled at me. Her skin is a creamy pale colour with burnt brown hair that dares to become red at the touch of light, her eyes sparkle with such a vibrant pink it's hard to never smile whenever I think of the child before me. I've named her Yuuki, because she was born at the time of snow. December 17, 1997.

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