Akihiko Kaji Novels & Stories

“This is not tension, Mr. Sica, I absolutely despise you. As cold as it might sound, I cannot trust you. You have proven to me that you are a man who would not hesitate to throw people to gutters once you are done with them. But it is fine, isn't it? It is what CEO’s do.” The car suddenly swerved left and surprisingly enough it was Mr. Sica’s doing. He looked angry. Not that he was fuming or had veins bulging across his forehead. His anger was the type a calculated man. It was pretty clear why he was a top gun and still remained at the top in the business world. He was a pretty great actor. I fixed my attention to the back to see how Samuel was faring forgetting the safety seat were still wo

I snapped, standing up and taking a step towards him. "Of course, I don't think it's a joke. But what I do believe is it's about time you finally understood what was important in life. I will give you Jade for the evening. She is one of the deadliest creatures ever to exist, and my son is driving her crazy as of late. she could use an opportunity like this to release all that pent-up energy." The way he claimed Kai to be his child made the disgust and anger inside me lighten a little. He turned his head and looked towards the shadowed corner.

The man beside Emiko eyed Jonas closely, scanning him up and down. "So, this is the future husband Emiko was talking about?" the man asked. "Doctor Jonas?" "Ah, let me introduce you to Doctor Jonas," Kano said proudly. He pointed to the man. "This is my son, the director of an international real estate company. Kaji Satoru." Kaji extended his hand, and out of politeness, Jonas reluctantly shook it. Kaji held Jonas's hand tightly before releasing it. He smiled awkwardly at Jonas. "Don't tease my future husband, Kaji," Emiko said cheerfully. "He's very handsome, but he's mine."

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.

I nod, snapping my gaze towards her, “Yes, I do! You’re just repeating what I already know. Stay clear of A-Jun… I get it. I’d rather sit on a cactus than share the same air with him… again.” “Good,” Jane says. Getting up from the bed, she walks over to a chair, sitting facing me with her legs crossed. Second on the list is Kaito.” “Kaito?” I ask. “Who the fuck is Kaito?” “He is a Japanese prisoner; he committed massacre, terrorism, and a lot of atrocities,” Jane announces. “That’s a lot of crime.” I chip in.

The Lorraine I know has a unique wheezing laugh. "Don't mind her." The bald man, I'm pretty sure he's the bassist/cellist/drummer Satoshi from Blacklist! he glanced at the form I had submitted online perhaps to confirm my claim. "Fukuda Kagami-san, correct?" "Yes, sir." I heard one of the contestants gasp. "That's-" "Ahem!" A chic man with silky long black hair, Renjiro, a bassist/screamer from the former heavy metal band, Ainz glanced in the contestants' direction.

The shock from whatever was still evident on his face. “Hmm,” my head nodded. “Where did you copy this from?” “Copy?” My finger scratched the back of my head as I stared at him. How did he easily find out it was copied? It took Daisy hours snuffing the internet just for this. And when she finally saw this perfect one, she had to duplicate two for us. “What’s your name?” The CEO interrupted my thoughts. “Eira Rowan.” “And you?” His eyes darted in the direction of Daisy.