#Tokyo Ever After

[good-books-to-read]

Travel Destination: Japan

Warcross by Marie Lu

Warcross isn’t just a game it’s a way of life, Emika Chen is a bounty hunter trying to make ends meet, when a score goes horribly wrong and she hacks herself into the international Warcross opening game quickly becoming an overnight sensation, fearing the worst she’s surprised when the Founder contact her not to punish but to hire her as a spy.

Catfish Rolling by Clara Kumagai

Magic realism meets Japanese folklore. When the catfish under Japan causes a massive earthquake fracturing time itself. Sora hates the catfish it took everything from her and now her father has also gone missing, she will have venture into the fractured zones to find her family but it dangerous in there.

Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata

Keiko has always been considered strange, her parents are relieved when she gets a job, however after 18 years society and her family worry, however Keiko is comfortable, it’s a predictable life with the store manual mandating everything however a new coworker starts he’s also alienated, cynical and bitter, upsetting the status quo, but will it be for the better?

I Love You so Mochi by Sarah Kuhn

Kimi loves fashion, however after a masssive fight with her mother she escapes to her grandparents in Japan. With a culture both familiar and foreign, she loses herself in the city, meeting a cute med student who moonlights as a costume mascot. What began as a trip to get away becomes something more, learning more about herself and her mother and where her heart lies.

Tokyo Ever After by Emiko Jean

Izumi has never felt like she fit in, it’s her and her mother against the world however when finds out her father is the crown prince her life is rocked, in a whirlwind she heads to Japan to meet her father, but it’s not all castles and crowns but more trying to learn and remember thousands of years of tradition and customs and dealings with conniving cousins and hungry press. Will Izumi crumble under the crown or find her place.

[do-you-ship-this-book-couple]

Do you ship...

[diaryoftruequotes]

I used to think the world belonged to me. But I was wrong. I belong to the world. And sometimes … I guess sometimes, our choices have to reflect that. Emiko Jean, Tokyo Ever After

[a-brown-girl-recs-books]

The secret to getting out of a reading slump is reading cheesy romances

[maddiesflame]

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[desdasiwrites]

Emiko Jean, Tokyo Ever After 

[myhikari21things]

Read of Tokyo Ever After by Emiko Jean (2021) (320pgs)

[hpldreads]

All of this drama with Harry and Megan has me thinking about what it might be like to be a teen royal. Luckily, these books give me a glimpse into that stressful but amazing world.

Tokyo Ever After by Emiko Jean

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

The Selection by Kiera Cass

The Princes Diaries by Meg Cabot

American Royals by Katharine McGee

[birdofthunder]

Your local high school English teacher is here with her top five books she read this year!

I adore each of these books! Most of them are for middle grade or YA audiences, but those are the audiences I teach and my kids ask me for book recommendations.

Seriously though, please read Project Hail Mary, it's one of my top five books of all time now and I need more people to read it so that I can obsess over it with them.

[deusfoundry]

started AND finished reading tokyo ever after by emiko jean today AND MY GODDD ITS SO CUTE I NEED THE SEQUEL

[rellasnowheenim]

It's been a damn while since a book made me stay up until the morning. 🥹

[blogthefiresidechats]

Latest haul!

I had to go run a couple of errands today and I stopped at the book store while I was out (my favorite place). Even if I don’t purchase any books, I enjoy my favorite drink from the cafe that is located in the corner while I’m there. Anyway, I did find some new books to add the to the collect. All but one of them were found in the bargain section that they have towards the back left hand corner.…

[prologusblog]

Emiko Jean: Tokiói ​tündérmese (Tokiói tündérmese 1.)

Emiko Jean Tokiói tündérmese című regénye egy lenyűgöző ifjúsági regény, mely a kultúrák közötti utazás és az önmegtalálás témáját járja körül. A történet főszereplője Izumi Tanaka, egy átlagos kaliforniai tinédzser, aki sosem érezte, hogy valahova tartozik. Az élete azonban hirtelen megváltozik, amikor felfedezi, hogy ő a japán trónörökös lánya. Izumi egy egyszerű és hétköznapi lányként találja…

[mistwraiths]

4 stars

This was a very cute story. The romance was nice if a little too fast. Overall, I had a great time. Wish we could have gotten just more of everything. Definitely recommend if you're feeling for something similar to Princess Diaries .

[voidcat]

characters: you/imaushi wakasa, sano shinichiro...

a/n: angst lol. strangers to friends. themes of fwb but nothing explicit. switch of perspective. mcd obviously,,

as i said in this post the loose explanatio/beginning of an idea i had that i liked ALOT but couldnt write due to various reasons (esp lck of time) (open post for a lil further stuff for reader x wakasa ig,,,)

attending the same classes as shinichiro sano... you've heard of him alright but that's about it. a nice face to look at perhaps but a little odd. not someone you'd interact with occasionally, nor someone you'd remember in particular-

until you're paired with him for an assignment. it'll help build bonds between the lot of you! the teacher announces and everyone groans in unision

you shoot your new partner to be a look from where you stand and turn back to your notebook. the ring bells but by the time you can get up adn gather your stuff, sano is nowhere to be seen

it takes you hours to find him. and at possibily one of the worst times too.

you heard of the rumors about fights and deliquents but you didn't expect yourself to run into one. youre careful, you live a peaceful life, you avoid trouble, always keep a clean name and all-

the people around all battered and beaten up, covered in bruises, cuts and maybe blood, looking hungry, unsatisfied, maddened– and you're in the center of it all.

footsteps approach you, strong, stern, taking their time and all- you hold it in you to not turn for a look. wait for them to show their face at your feet, dont give them the satisfaction nor even the slightest sign of weakness.

a man with blond hair and a pretty face, long lashes and all, stands before you, looking almost a little amused. "what's a pretty little thing doin' here all by themselv-" "where's sano" you cut him midsentence.

the man looks baffled, a little offensed even. soon joined by a second figure a lot taller than him, they both look at you with hostility and a hint of curiosity.

who cares, you scoff internally, whatever intimidation they're going for, you won't fall for it.

the other man raises a brow at the way you've mentioned sano. shit, you do hope this was not the wrong place, or whatever fight went down there, they must've won... right?

"and who is asking?" the blond speaks up again, sounding a little annoyed now. "you know, we don't allow passes to every pretty thi-" "eeeew" you drag the word and scretch like a gum, making sure to put on a face. "none of your business actually." you add on, placing your hand against a hip.

"why, you-" before he can follow up with whatever's on his tongue, a jolly greeting from behind interrupts him, cutting through the air. you can notice how the idle folks around suddenly tense up, and for the two man before you, shoulders dropped, bodies relaxing...

soon sano emerges, with his hair put up and stylized, nothing like the man in your class, a deliquent out of a shitty teen's magazine you'd say so.

exhanging greets with the two men and doing a special handshake for only them to know, he looks in the mood, just his face a little bruised up and some blood on his clothes.

so that's probably why he skips school some days, you muse.

he notices you a little later.

"oh!" mouth formed into an 'o' shape, you can see his surprise written all over but he is quick to disperse all that." greeting you with your surname formally, he reaches out a hand, then brings it up upon noticing the splatters of blood and takes it back with a sheepish smile.

"what brings you there?" he asks, never losing a bit of his joy that contradicts the entire atmosphere.

"our assignment." you say curtly and receive another sound of surprise from him. he looks apolegitic at the very least, you think.

"well.. uh-" he scratches the back of his head, casting a glance around, you wait to see where the stammering will go.

"how would you wanna do it then?" he asks more for you than himself, to ease you probably, you can only assume.

another joins their little group, keeping silent and watching what's going on. you relly, really should get going, you decide after giving a quick look around. "we can go over the details at an appropirate time later."

"alright then!" he says, never missing a beat from his energy. it's unbelievable, you think. "should we... ah-" he pauses, "exchange numbers to keep in touch then?" he asks, and he means well, you can tell just from the way he looks and talks, but the rest? you're not exactly dying to say out loud your contact information. especially not with that blond anywhere within a 20 meter radius.

"here." you say, reaching out your hand to reveal your phone. "i'm not announcing my number for a bunch of weirdo, self proclaimed deliquents to hear."

your words take him by shock but he breaks into a snort right after. the two men exchange a glance and a thug at their lips as well. the blond however does not look once pleased with your words.

or you at all.

you begin to come and go to their place often, the assignment builds up slow but steady and the guys seem reasonable enough after actually sitting down and hearing each other out. shin looks happy with the development too, says you have brought a change but you'd disagree. he is the light and sun and the beating heart of this place and wherever he goes, they follow, absolute devotion and belief in him, as a person, for his mind and for his heart.

you can see why, you can feel it too. once you begin to spend your time with shinichiro sano, all the rumors and speculations you've heard up until then are gone. assignment be damned, you can tell when a friendship begins to bloom and with shin- it happens at such a pace, you find yourself a little afraid.

the assignment ends, presentation and all, with flying colors you pass and decide to celebrate it out, with the rest joining as well.

a karaoke bar is all fun and games until night rolls out. it has gotten late but shin offers to walk you home; keizo and takeumi dragging a very drunk and messed up wakasa. everyone bids one another goodbye- save for wakasa... and you almost believe youhave seen a hint of sadness in their eyes as they bump their fists against yours. if you didn't know any better, you'd ever go as far as to say they'll miss you around.

a day passes, another and another... much to their relief and encouragement, you stick around.

not within the vicinity on the days big fights go around but definitely dropping by to hang out, fool around and whatnot. it's now your laughter mixed with shin's that fills the air, and everyone seems joyful and happy most of the time- save for imaushi wakasa.

for reasons unbeknowst to you, he remains hostile, rude, and on and up about sending your way stupid lines like he did the first time. most of the time you ignore him, which annoys him further– the scene alone brings a smile to your lips, the smirk of a vixen, you even overhear him once, yelling to keizo about you are, sounding very much frustrated.

despite this is how the things begin and roll out, neither of you expect to grow close- closer than you'd have imagined.

yes, you and shin might be the sunshines, but you and wakasa? the two of you become inseperable. you even hear some people mumble how they fear the two of you looking down at them, gazes that burn holes through their skulls, see into their souls... the two of you could make a power couple- if you were one at all.

there is the heat, there is the tension. you comb through his hair with a gentle touch that has wakasa melting in your hold, yet the second someone dares to imply anything more, you shoot them a glance so heavy, it'd crash their lungs.

wakasa hopes, in the end, that perhaps there is an end to it that is happy, that is hopeful. he knows there is no making up for the way he treated you but you were not the kindest toward him either, so it makes you equals, no?

so he sings sappy songs at karaoke whilst tipsy, so any accusation he can brush off as the effect of the booze, but hopes you caught how he looked at you. so he touches you as soft as you do him, trying to mimic your kindness, an attempt at how love, in the physical, in action should be.

he doesn't know any better, why should he? why should anyone to begin with?

it scares him how natural it is for shin and you. some days he finds himself envying the two of you even, would things be any different were you to attend the same school as the two of you? oh what wouldn't he do to be graced with your smiles and giggles all day every day, having you look at him as you rest your cheek against your palm–

he aches for something a tad normal sometimes, at the very least with you. would the two of you ever cross paths were it not for shin? the thought scares him and he feels like an asshole for envying his friend like this, desperate for anything that would come from your hands.

but at the end of the day, it is himself you seek out. his arms that you allow around your person, his lips on you, devoring you, it's wakasa that consumes you wholly and the thought brings a wave of comfort at the very least.

then the entire world collapses down in the span of 24 hours.

shinichiro dies.

almost 24 hours have passed since his death and wakasa still cannot find it in him to return to reality yet.

then like an angel amidst the chaos, you reemerge from the fog, from smoke. it doesn't take a genius to figure out something is wrong.

"waka," you call out to him, sound laced with something he cannot quite pinpoint. shutting his eyes completely, he sits in the same spot for a moment, all the doubts, every single negative, twisted and fucked up thng he has been holding at bay til now so close to breaking out.

you speak, but he does not hear the words.

not pass the 'i am leaving'

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