ohshc hikaru

Naru is blind because of sasuke she tried getting him back but got hurt badly. She finds out she is blind pervy sage takes her in for a while then came back to the village where something bad happens and she is set off on a mission to ouran host club.

A normal boy is selected as an honour student to be able to go to a rich school. Music if his life and the only thing that could make him happy, that was until "they" came into his life. He is a cross dresser and everyone thought he was a girl. What will happen? WARNING ⚠️: Book may contain fluff and smut. Read at your own risk. I don't own OHSHC or the artwork used for the cover. I have only edited it to make it more suitable for the book. Credit still goes to them.

Max Keiko, is a professional thief, she happens to steal from some of the host getting her in trouble, they force her to join the host club to pay her debt because they think she's a boy, they start to realize the Max is hiding something not just her gender but some other things, what will happen when they find out about Max Keiko's Secrets?

I may seem weak but I am one of the greatest swordsman in the land. I have travelled across Egypt and abroad to fight. I have competed and fought, defeated many boys and men who I silently annihilated because of my great skill as an experienced blade warrior, Henshupta added pulling her sword and motioning the elders to give her Egyptian soldiers or whoever to fight against with and prove to them that she is worthy to become Leader, Pharaoh, Female Pharaoh of Egypt. The Council and the soldiers surrounding the Council Room laughed and teased the girl. But the  humble girl smiled and moved to attack a soldier on the right side of a Council member, thus, standing since he thought the girl would strike him dead. .....The guard who was twice as tall and has bigger body built charged in front of the girl. Henshupta knew what he's going to do but waited for him to come closer. Then, when he is almost three feet near her she moved her sword as quick as the wind and cut the guards sword in half plus cutting his leather uniform in two. Aahhh..what the...he didn't know what hit him!!!!

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I may seem weak but I am one of the greatest swordsman in the land. I have travelled across Egypt and abroad to fight. I have competed and fought, defeated many boys and men who I silently annihilated because of my great skill as an experienced blade warrior, Henshupta added pulling her sword and motioning the elders to give her Egyptian soldiers or whoever to fight against with and prove to them that she is worthy to become Leader, Pharaoh, Female Pharaoh of Egypt. The Council and the soldiers surrounding the Council Room laughed and teased the girl. But the  humble girl smiled and moved to attack a soldier on the right side of a Council member, thus, standing since he thought the girl would strike him dead. .....The guard who was twice as tall and has bigger body built charged in front of the girl. Henshupta knew what he's going to do but waited for him to come closer. Then, when he is almost three feet near her she moved her sword as quick as the wind and cut the guards sword in half plus cutting his leather uniform in two. Aahhh..what the...he didn't know what hit him!!!!

A story of love, friendship, betrayal, an American classic. Maybe not, with a Japanese and Black, an Indian, a Mexican, a Korean, and an English lady.... what could go wrong oopp said too much.

what could possibly be waiting for release in 2094....

Prologue- Anxiety is a deadly self-aware state, where a person just spirals into a self-sabotaging thought process. And the worst aspect about it- nobody knows. It is a war one fights with oneself, quietly. It cannot be seen. It must not be seen. The world must not know what chaotic thoughts wander in this head; thoughts given birth by that very world. Looking at the board in front of her, Cecily tried her best to get the words written, but all in vain. The professor went ahead with the explanation, and he did stop quite a few times to ask if anybody had doubts, but Cecily just looked around hoping that someone was as lost as she was. She was afraid to stand out, always. Even in crisis, she would rather bear the consequences than stand up for herself. She stared at the board, and the train of thoughts finally left the station. Thought? More like questions! Questions of her worthless existence, questions about her choice of career, questions about her dumb self, and questions she confessed she did not have answers to. For years, she was trying so hard to hide this side of hers. She used to sit with the questions alone and deal with them. Cecily closed her eyes, as she tried to focus on her raging breathing, and calm herself down. ‘No unwanted scene Cecily! No unwanted chaos!’, she thought to herself. But it did not work. She could still feel losing control, something she didn’t like. And then a voice messed up more. “How are you doing guys? Do you understand what prof. Ali is saying?”, the voice was close. Not right next to her, but close. And it was calm, confident, and soothing, almost urging her to give in. Not caring for the world for once, and finally, she let go! She let the world see who she is. A broken being trying so hard to look brand new! She was anything but new. With a gasp, she tapped the table, as the air left her lungs at a frightening rate. She could hear voices around her, but she could not see anything. She gave in to her thoughts, and the voices in her head took over. Threw her around like a ball, laughed, and mocked as she tried hard to do one simple thing- breathe. “Cecily are you okay?”, a voice prominent than all landed in her ears. She recognized it immediately. It was her professor. A tall man with a moustache, a scary-looking man but a humble person. “I am taking her out of here. No one follows. She needs some air!”, he said and helped Cecily out of her seat. Cecily knew it would pass. It had happened many times, enough for her to know that it would pass. An anxiety attack was not something that bothered her. The voices she was used to. They were always there, with or without attack. They were a part of her. But all Cecily could think about was- where did that voice go? Did she scare him? What is she to him now- a freak?