Yuki Haruhi Novels & Stories

"We heard you were working your first day today!" "We're all big fans of your Estagram!" "That coat is beautiful. Like, seriously beautiful." "Hello, Yuki!" There was Jim—tall, quiet, with round glasses and a shy smile. Kyo, whose hair was slicked back and who had the cocky confidence of someone who probably fronted a band on weekends. Hana, sweet and soft-spoken, who offered me matcha candy from a ceramic tin frog. And then there was Queen—or as her name tag proudly declared, Kween.

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.

Haru said in her mind and she remembered the incident the day she was here. FLASHBACK Haru was walking while it was raining on the side of the bridge. She was not wearing slippers, and she started crying until she stopped walking. She peeked at the bridge to see how high it was and she saw water down the bridge. She suddenly smiled because of what she saw. She was sure she had drowned because she could not swim. She climbed the bridge, and she happily looked up at the sky, and she raised both her hands. She prepared herself to fall until she was about to fall, but immediately someone pulled her, which caused her to fall on top of someone who helped her. Haru angrily stood up to the top of th

"We are professional, this is what we do day and night." "Yeah right," I said, tasting a spoonful of food to taste. I closed my eyes as a moan escaped from my mouth as the flavor of the tender chicken melted in my mouth. It was delicious. I'm sure Grace will like it too. Opening my eyes, Jyace's face came shockingly close to mine, with his pupil dark, and face stern. I don't know what he is up to but he raised his hand, moving it towards my face, his thumb gently gliding over my lips, before moving it towards him, and sliding in his mouth, sucking his thumb, slowly yet seductively. "Delicious"

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"

"So, first I go with Neu's character. His name was Kei Hiyama, He was in the guild for a long time ago and he still protecting the base till now with the rest of the other guild members. Then, about Lolita. Her name was Minato Lolita, the same goes for Hiyama she was an old guild member that still living in the guild to protect it. Her teammate was Hiyama and both of them go on a quest together." After hearing Hikari introducing their character to them, they can tell that it looks like their character didn't have any connection to Hikari's character. So they asked Hikari about it "Then, what happen to your character? Reincarnated?" Hikari shooked his head and says that was not it. Since both

Then another boy slapped his head. "Sorry about him, he likes to screw around." The boy said. "My name is Hirate Rikuto and this guy here," Hirate glared at him. "-is Akanishi Ryuki." He finished. "Jeez, class prez! You didn't have to hit too hard." He mumbled angrily. "Let's move on." A girl with a single braid came with another girl. "My name is Okabayashi Izumi. I hope your stay in Japan has been welcoming." She said kindly.

The craftsmanship, the quiet elegance, it felt like stepping into another century. Footsteps approached. Haruto Suzuki entered first, impeccable in a charcoal kimono-style jacket over tailored trousers. Beside him walked the interpreter I recognized from the waterfront lounge, and a woman who could only be his wife. She is stunning, flawless porcelain skin, long black hair pinned in an elegant twist, wearing a deep plum kimono embroidered with silver cranes. She looked no older than me, maybe twenty-five or twenty-six, but carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone who’d grown up knowing exactly who she was.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"