Ban Kai Novels & Stories

Kai’s approach to battle is brutal and fast. He rips through the first man like he was nothing more than ripping a piece of paper. “That one should count as two,” he yells at me. I scoff, “Just because you rip them in two doesn’t mean they count as two.”

"Mom, wait!" i called out, but she didn't stop. She flung open the car door, unleashing a torrent of words on an unsuspecting Kai. My mother headed straight for the car. Kai rolled down the window, a cold expression fixed on his face. She leaned in, staring directly at kai "You must be the boss," she said, sizing him up. "My daughter never brings men home. What's your name?" Kai met her gaze, unfazed by her directness. "Kai."

Cas said, taking my hand in his. Malachi laughed uncomfortablely and started looking at the menu. “Have you eaten her before, Malachi?” I asked. He shook his head, “you can call me Kai, but no. My first time.” “It’s been months now, but I still can’t get used to eating at places like these. At least his one has some vegetarian options.” Kai chuckled, “I’m vegan.” “I’m bored.” Kennedy said, sighing deeply. “Where is the fucking waitress?”

Kai turns his head towards her direction and smiles charmingly at her. "Hello there, Janelle." Kaivan Arnand is one of the most talked about business men in the city. He's been the front cover of Eleo Zaleo Magazine's hottest bachelor business men. He makes right about millions every day, let not talk about in a year. He's dated multiple high class girls, models and actresses throughout the years and formed alliances with fellow powerful and prestigious empires around the world.

The soft flavor of mint swept across her tongue as she lifted up on her toes and enjoyed the soft wetness of his lips. “Becca?” The voice behind her was the same voice she’d heard on the phone yesterday, and it was as familiar now as it had been sixteen years ago when he’d ripped her heart out. Kade.

Kai: They used fake passports but I can get their IDs from the American Database. Me: Leave that. They just sent me a message. Nev: They cannot be that stupid. Kai: Keep them engaged so I can trace their signal. Nev: It might be a burner phone @Kai Kai: I am the King of Traces Junn Junn, not even a burner phone can block my path. Nev: Don't call me that, you f**kin' Лох. Malakai responds with an engorged dick pic, taunting Junnev and the other cell vibrates showing another message from Unknown.

"Why don't you go and take a walk to calm yourself down in the meantime. I'll communicate the timeline and price with you via line." Safira nods and releases Kai's sleeve. She bows her head and whispers a 'thank you' before giving him her contact information and leaving Irene and Kai alone again. "Poor girls..." Kai murmurs as he starts scribbling down a timeline. "I... have a few questions..." Irene says, pulling Kai's attention towards her once more. "Shoot." "What are those things you wrote? The uh... ku- ku--" Irene asks, struggling to pronounce the foreign words. Kai laughs and pats Irene's shoulder. "The ghost I might be dealing with is either a kuntilanak, a sundel bolong, or a kuyang

Chapter 18: Suspicious Kla: “P’Kla?” Kaya smiled at the older man as she approaches the pool in the backyard to find him standing towards the edge and enjoying the view of the sun shining off of the clear blue water. “Sawadee Kha.”

“I booked this house for the week.” The stranger raised an eyebrow, still dripping, completely unbothered by his near-naked state. “Funny. So did I.” He walked over to the kitchen counter with easy confidence, water trailing behind him on the hardwood floor, and picked up his phone. After a few taps, he turned the screen toward her. Same booking confirmation. Same dates. Same beach house. Lila’s stomach dropped. “This has to be a mistake.” “Or the universe has a sense of humor,” he replied, that charming smile deepening. He extended a large hand. “I’m Kai. Kai Rivera.”

"I've made some tea for you." "Thank you." As Martha walked away, Chloe looked out the window toward the front garden. Her expression became unreadable. Some choices, once made, could never be undone. Downstairs, Ryan's phone buzzed on the desk beside him. He glanced at the screen. An unknown number. It was a short message from the person. We need to talk. Meet me at Bayside Park at 6:00 p.m. Come alone. Ryan frowned. There was no signature.