Yuki Haruhi Novels & Stories

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Anna yawned loudly with silly smile on her face. It was the day of graduation. She was finally going to become an Eve's barrette which also means..... "Uniform....hmm, uni uni....unifoooormmm" Anna sang in an off key tune. She felt so happy that she didn't realize she had scrubbed her entire body three times in the shower.

I try to talk to them nicely. "And you want us to believe you? You sneaky fox!" Yufi snapped. Before I could answer, someone had thrown eggs at me. I froze when I smelled the fishy smell of eggs on my body. Ah, I just washed my uniform, you damn silly girl! "I told you no, it's just a misunderstanding!" I exclaimed, annoyed. Yufi smiled sinisterly; she then gave the code to her friends to throw eggs at me again. I just stood helplessly; after all, my uniform was already hit by an egg. What can I do?

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.

THERE GOES MY PLAN, HEHE EVIL LAUGH. "Marie heyyy " I marched towards the girl that has dirty blonde hair with hazel green eyes, the same age as me, with a little height. Marie was wearing a blueprint KILLUA t-shirt that was a character of hunter x hunter ( THE ONLY ANIME I KNOW) with the sleeves cut off that was tucked in with light blue jeans and black and white sneakers. That was my friend Marie Markin. I walked toward her and we both embraced each other in a hug.

Hikari reached out his hand and the dragon slowly lowered his enormous neck, allowing Hikari to pet him. So cute! Cute! Cute! Cute! “His name is Yuki, it means snow,” Hikari said, and I had a flutter in my heart looking at Yuki. Snow, I love snow. “Yuki,” I called out, and Yuki blinked his big eyes. “Can I touch you too, Yuki?” I reached out my hands to him. Yuki bowed his head to my height. I cautiously touched him and quickly withdrew my hand. I felt a feeble electric shock when I touched Yuki. After all, he was made up of lightning. What else was I expecting?

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

“Yuki Snow.” The equivalent of Kyle with the guardian God Capricorn, its image follows different from the reflection and shard of her existence, as HE continues. “Nariko, Arashi, twin of the guardian God Gemini.” Holding the image and shard that Gilbert and Nate hold as the reflection of them, HE utters the rest of their name, yet hides the succeeding guardian Gods as HE names. “Hinata, Kyoko, Haru, Daikichi, Sapphire, Arata, Levi, and the two important ones.”

She dresses quick: jeans, Lake Hamilton tee, then pulls Haru’s hoodie over it all. The red kanji sits bold across her chest. She buries her nose in the collar—inhales deep—his scent still strong: fire, cedar, faint antiseptic, him. A grin spreads across her face—private, giddy. Meanwhile, at the Nakamura house— Haru slips in through the back door. The kitchen is already alive: Seras at the counter, hair in twin buns again, humming as she packs two identical bentos—tamagoyaki spirals, teriyaki chicken, onigiri with salmon, edamame, pickled veggies, strawberries arranged in little hearts.

The excess hair, which is never seen down but is kept for the sake of her womanhood, hangs in a ponytail down to the centre of her back. She is not an unattractive woman; she just looks harsh, her hair dyed peroxide blonde (she is supposed to be a brunette but the dyeing has been done so well that an observer would never know for sure) and the dark suit she wears – not like the kind that David and his two visitors wear but that power suit that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the bitch role in a television show.

“HARU, you can come out now.” After only a couple of seconds, my best friend walks out. She looks good, all things considered. Haru is Asian, tiny as fuck. Her hair is styled in a bob cut now, and for once, it’s her natural color: black. The only thing that sets her apart from most Asians are her striking, piercing, cold blue eyes that make you wonder if she can see into your soul. Haru is a beautiful woman, but that’s exactly why Sir chose her in the first place.