Cantarella Kaito Novels & Stories

My voice cracked. Frustration. Fear. Everything spilling over. “I don’t know what I’m doing, okay?” I snapped. “I don’t know what this is, I don’t know why it’s happening, and I don’t know how to stop it!” The sparks flared again. Stronger. The bond tightened painfully. Kael inhaled sharply. “Focus on me,” he said. “Why does everything come back to you?” I shot back. “Because right now,” he said, stepping even closer, “I’m the only thing keeping you from losing control.”

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she said. “Definitely number two.” he said holding out his fingers. Then someone threw a book at Cai Kang but he easily dodged it and it turned out to be Karasuma. “Never,” He growled angrily and out of breath. It looks like he has been looking for him for some time now. “What in the hell?” He said. “I will never accept your engagement to Shiratori Kazuha!”

“I’m no damsel. I don’t need saving, except maybe from drowning last night.” “Fair enough. So, what’s the deal with you and Kaito? I’ve been so curious since I saw you last night.” I froze with my cappuccino halfway to my lips. Kaito. How did he—? I set the cup down, my voice tight and icy. “How do you know about Kaito?” Jace leaned forward with his elbows on the table. “It’s a small world, Lisa. I and Kaito are buddies from way back—met him in Tokyo, did some business. He mentioned you recently. That's how I know you two have a thing. He doesn't mingle with women at all. What’s the story?”

“Wait… that’s not… that can’t be right.” “What do you mean, Pappa?” Creed asks and the chains echo in the empty room. “Did you see her move, too?” “Are you seeing anything?” I ask Caterina and she shrugs. “No?” “Printsessa?” Kai asks and Caterina jumps to her feet to approach the screen. I join her, only to notice her wide eyes and mouth hanging open. “What? How can he sense Kira?” She exclaims, before glancing at me. “Printsessa is Kai’s nickname for Kira!”

He rumbled, and I swear a lone tear drizzled right into my panties. I cleared my throat before breaking the bewitching gaze, then turned to focus on the man who was with him. The man watched me with so much fascination, like I was something new and he couldn’t wait to get to know me. “This is Kaito Nakamura, one of my trusted men and head of security of Cosa Nostra.” Alejandro took the liberty to introduce the man. I politely thrusted my hand his way for a handshake, but the man laughed it off casually.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

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.

Kenneth takes out his wallet, holding his credit card, and takes it to Kita. Kita glances in his direction again, as her eyes and lips smile while responding. "Sounds fine to me, babe; you'll be my, first; you're directors." Kita teasingly runs her hips from side to side to the beat of (Orgel – the band members' song) as she advances toward him. Kenneth's eyes paid rapped attention to the gentle movement of her hips and her toned, shapely legs as she carried two tall Daiquiris glasses in her hands.