Asuka Tanaka Novels & Stories

I will have to follow up with the head Omega tomorrow to remind them the importance in ensuring my office is always locked when I am not in. As I start going through my mail, I sort the invoices from payments. One draws my attention – a cheque from the Harvest Moon Pack. I open the cheque and see the amount. It’s a ridiculous amount and sent to attention Alpha Jackson Adams. Well, this is one payment that will be returned to Harvest Moon Pack. We won’t be accepting payments any longer from them.

he pointed it our direction with his hand and then led his guest to us. As he came closer I could see he was an elegant man around forty something years old wearing an expensive tailor-made suit. He welcomed both of us with a professional smile. I looked at Tom, he painted a smile on his face as well, nevertheless his smile seemed to be more frightening than the coldest glare… Oliver apparently didn't noticed Tom's expression since he showed a thumbs-up gesture and left the three of us alone. “I'm Okada Daiki, CFO and a board member of Tsuchida Holdings, pleasure to meet you,” the businessman introduced himself while formally passing his business card to Tom and me.

" Ishihara Katsuhira was embarrassed and was about to withdraw his hand. However, Robert touched his hand at this time, and the expression on his face was a smile but not a smile. Ishihara Katsuhira's stunning smile instantly resumed, and he hurriedly asked his entourage to bring the present, "This is a birthday present for the young marshal. Prime Minister Tanaka said that you like Kobe's sake, so he brought some here for you. " Ishihara Katsuhira didn't mention Nozawa Jinsaku, nor the relationship between China and Japan, but brought sake with him as if he came here specifically to reminisce.

Traditional wooden beams arched overhead, and low wooden tables with cushioned zabuton seats invited patrons to linger. Aiko Tanaka moved gracefully between the tables in her elegant uniform: a soft pink kimono-style blouse that hugged her petite frame, a crisp white apron tied neatly at her waist, and a pleated skirt that swayed just above her knees. At 24, she was the picture of demure Japanese beauty. Porcelain skin, long black hair pinned up with delicate kanzashi ornaments, and large, doe-like eyes that rarely met a customer’s gaze for long. Yet beneath that polished politeness burned something deeper.

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."

“My dad works for the Tokyo Stock Exchange. My mom’s a hedge fund manager.” Takuto: “…” (What is this? A rich heiress living among us commoners?!) As he struggled to process everything, Misaki stepped closer. Close enough that he caught the faint scent of peach shampoo. “Actually,” she said quietly, “I know who you really are.” Takuto’s heart stopped. “What… do you mean?” “The mysterious advisor of Kimura Corp.” Her eyes sparkled. “The one who saved the company with crayon drawings.” “...!”

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

I'd ask her about it later. "Hello everyone," Mrs. Siromani said with an Asian accent. I was taken aback. Her daughter spoke with a fluent American accent so I wasn't expecting it. Besides, wasn't she American? "We are very happy that you all left your various businesses to come and welcome us. It means a lot. My family hopes that we all will get along very well. By the way, my name is Riley", she finished and handed the microphone to her husband. "Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani."

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.

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"