Cantarella Kaito Novels & Stories

"Oh my God! Our Kento is in loooooov-" Aito quickly smacked Kaito with a pillow. "Hey keep it down! He'll hear you!" Kaito snorted. "I doubt it. He must be up there having a romantic phone call with his boo. Well, this is expected. I was wondering when he'll get a partner. Turns out he has an old flame. I wonder how they got together. Maybe they were high school sweethearts." Aito sighed. So much for trying to pretend he didn't see anything. Well, in his defence, it was too much of a shock to keep to himself.

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

If the playing technique is good, surely damage in the studio can be avoided. "Check, check, one, two, three, honey everyone..." the growling voice of the giant man boomed through the microphone. Jreng, jreng, jreng, guitar effect distortion sound. The giant man is Big K. He is a vocalist as well as a rhythm guitarist. His real name is Yanto. Big tall stature with a distended belly wrapped in tan skin. Her back long hair was dyed blonde at the bottom. When he worked as a construction worker, his hair was tied and tied back. She always undoes her hair on stage.

Marina said, obviously teasing. She might be a stern lady, but her homorous side comes out like this whenever Niccolo is around. "Kaito Nakamura, he's in the country already with seven other members of his family." Massimo said, crushing all humour. Kaito is the Yakuza; boss of the Japanese mafia empire who succeeded in incorporating all his family members into his empire wings. "Nelson briefed us already. We only need the specifics since you've refused to send the mail" Niccolo said, drumming his finger pads on the desk.

Eleni I struggle to tamp down my libido as Dante pulls me out of the sculpture gallery. Cal Duncan? Here? With all the champagne, I forgot the day started with his name. For all my research, I haven’t been able to find a picture of the guy, so I have no idea who to look for in the crowd of well-dressed partygoers. “Mr. Cattaneo.” A man with deep red hair and a lilting Irish accent steps into our path. “And Ms. Calimeris. What a pleasant surprise.”

Before we start the journey of our lead, let's meet the people that will give us some fun. Also, I'll be using (') to indicate thoughts. KANATHA TRION Kanatha is also known as Gulf Lewis. A 19-year-old beautiful young man. His hair is long and really beautiful for a man. There's a reason behind his long hair that we will find out soon. He was born a Trion but his identity was snatched away from him because of a bad past that caused him to lose his true family. Secrets about himself will soon be revealed.

I hear my mate begging, calling someone else’s name, as she grabs my hand at her throat. “Please… come back to me….” I peer up at her, her face twisted in agony, and I know that if I didn’t devour her now, she would look agonised like this forever. So I raise my arm, listening for her heartbeat and aiming my fist at her solar plexus… “Please…” A soft hand touches my face, and I smell the scent of Spring rain on Russian soil. “Come… come back to me… Kai…” I know that voice… It’s Caterina. But… Why did it sound like she was in pain? Why…? Who has hurt her? I will kill them!

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

Her cobalt blue eyes darted back at Jesse. He sighed with relief and reached for his phone. He tapped and unlocked it then handed it over to K. "Let's keep in touch." He mumbled, asking for her to type in her number. He then grabbed her phone and reached for the other pair of her earphones and perched it onto his left ear, curious what song she was listening to. L'Illusioniste by Keren Ann. It was a really beautiful French song. Jesse had it in his playlist, too.