Yuki Haruhi Novels & Stories

Instead, she is courteous and professional, all Head Omega, as her title would suggest. “Thank you, Aurora” I say, giving her a warm smile. Omegas need to feel appreciated, which in my case, is easy, as my Omega wolves are all lovely, kind and hardworking wolves. “And thank you for taking care of that so quickly. I hope it didn’t take up too much of your time or throw your schedule off.” I tell her, sincerely. “Oh, not at all, Alpha. Do you need anything else?” She asks.

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

"I want my hair to look exactly like me or exactly like you..." Emily's respiration and rate were both racings, and her heartbeat was particularly rapid. Her hands were clammy, and she found that she was unable to control them any longer. She gives the impression that she is completely overcome with feelings, but really, she is quite satisfied with the fact that the alpha is gradually realizing her value as a slave breeder.

*** During lunch break, Miyazaki Nana's table in the cafeteria was always filled with her closest friends in school. Of course, there's Endo Hiroshi sitting right next to her. Then across from Hiroshi is Ito Yui, also one of the known goddesses in Hirosaki High. Right beside Yui is her boyfriend and the campus hottie Miyamura Kai, and on the left side from Nana's seat is another known goddess of Hirosaki High, Watanabe Rin. They were all talking about one particular thing, Miyazaki Nana's 18th birthday.

Plays electric guitar. Hirose Mio- she hit Kagami in the door with a face by accident and shows remorse. Plays guitar. Close to Anya. They were the only two from their original bands to stick together. Fujino Anya- she laughed when Kagami was hit in the door with a face and seems to have a dislike of him after hearing he was the songwriter for a popular band. Plays the keyboard. Has lavender highlights in her hair. Seems close to Mio. Hayashido Yoriko- a tall big busted girl who plays drums. Has white hair.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

Hibiki was in the living room, happily playing with his blocks, completely unaware of the growing tension in my chest. I wiped my hands on a towel and went to answer the door. The sight that greeted me stole the breath from my lungs. A striking woman stood there, her posture regal and her expression unreadable. She had Jiro’s eyes—sharp, piercing, and impossible to ignore. My stomach twisted as I realized who she must be. “Hello,” she said smoothly, her voice calm but carrying an edge that made it clear she wasn’t here for a friendly visit. “You must be Haru.”

But then I saw her, but it wasn’t Yūri. “Mayu?” I questioned as I got closer. She was the girl that was with Yūri that day. Hachiro’s girlfriend. “Hibiki… you need to help her.” she said, grabbing my shirt with a desperate look in her eyes. “Help her? Yūri? Is she okay? Where is she?” I questioned my heart rate spiking. So much for Trevor’s theory that she can handle herself.

My name is Kim Ahri Gaumond. I am a simple employee who usually spends most of her time working, doing charity work, or attending treatments. I never really had a chance to give myself a break since I am not an outgoing person. For the first time in my 30 years of life, I decided to finally give in to my dream of having an international vacation not related to work. I may not be outgoing, but I still wanted to experience a life of leisure in a faraway land.