Chika Hakozaki Novels & Stories

Reaching into my pocket I pull it out. “ how do I know if it’s on?” I whispers “ Pull the tab off the back and once you have it placed onto the flat surface there is a small button on the side.” Ryan explained. Doing so, I hurried scooting out from under the table when I heard footsteps walking towards the door. Using my elbows I lifted myself to my knees. Placing my arms on the seat of the chair I use to help lift myself up. Sitting on the chair I huff blowing the hair out of my face.

- R H Y K E R "Captain of the White Knights, Akito Takeshi, Kai Takeshi and lastly the first commander of the army, Camélia Gran!" The guard announced, making me sigh in exasperation, I hate paperwork and if it's an urgent matter I should deal with it and solved it. My country is important to me, like my family and my girlfriend. There are three things that matter to me, I can't abandon one of them, it would represent death for me. "Your royal highness." They bowed down, I waved my hand and showed them where to seat. Akita stayed up while the commander and Kai sat down, lazy people.

Houston's Latest Heartthrob: The Woman Who Keeps Daniel Zavaro Warm Between the Cleats I snatch the paper from her and scan the article, vaguely aware Geni is reading over my shoulder. Step back ladies. It appears Daniel Zavaro is off the market. Maybe even for good! Last week, the twenty-nine-year-old captain of the Texas Mutiny, and one of last year's most eligible bachelors, was spotted in the company of twenty-five-year-old Quincy Watson, a local hairdresser.

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

His jaw worked as he placed a file on my desk, thin, almost empty. “What am I looking at?” I asked, frowning in confusion. “Nothing,” he said grimly. “Because there is nothing, Alpha.” I frowned. “Explain.” “There’s no record of any Lorenzo D’Amaris anywhere. No registration, no pack affiliation, no land ownership, no tax traces, no trade licenses under that name. The file you sent me, the company he claimed to represent? It doesn’t exist either. It’s a ghost registration, created with fake documents two months ago. Yes, everything seems legitimate to the amateur eye, but I am surprised that Maxine didn’t see through it. Everything here is not real.”

A heavy, calloused fist collided with Calista’s frame, slamming her onto the wooden chair. A sharp groan escaped her lips as she collapsed forward. Standing above her, her father, Jake, watched with a twisted smirk as blood welled from her wounds. “I love hurting you, do you know that?” he murmured, his voice dripping with malice. “It satisfies me, gives me chills, reminds me of just how much strength I still have left in my system, even at my age.”

I paced around her front door, nearly losing my mind, finding no way to contact Rachel. Shit... I punched the wall closest to me, thinking of finding some comfort from my anxiety but nothing helps, it only hurts me this time physically too. I scanned my knuckle that was now bruised, throbbing badly, but at least it helped distract me even for a bit. 'Rachel,' I sighed her name, playing with the bracelet on my wrist. It was a gift from Rachel, and in many ways, it was just a replica of her personality, sweet and quirky and yet mysterious in some way. And for now, this is the only thing close to me that reminds me of her other than the memories I created with her. I touched the bracelet once m

The man just confused me. “There are fire marks here.” Drake said, breaking our conversation before it even started. I looked at the men with a raised eyebrow before turning to face Drake who stood under the ink. He was careful not to touch it, but looking down at what he was referring to, I frowned when I saw what he meant. The name Konstantin was carved with fire.

There weren’t many similarities between us except the heterochromia. “My name is Izak Conrad,” he said. “From the house of Conrad in Germany?” I asked him. “My mother is Chelsea Conrad. She met our father in California, but when she woke up the following morning he had already left, no note, nothing,” Izak said. “I don’t believe you,” I said to him. “You don’t have to, but ask Kai about his time in a hotel room with a certain blonde woman in California,” Izak said. “The one he treated like a common whore and left without a word.”

The Mihama District, or Mihamaku is set on a piece of reclaimed land overlooking Tokyo Bay, Mihama-ku is located with corporate headquarters and event spaces such as the Makuhari Messe, where international exhibitions and indoor sports take place. He chose Mihamaku, because the distance between Tokyo and Chiba was not too far, especially by shinkansen. He can also play his hobby of playing rugby as long as he manages his company here, he usually plays at the Zozo Marine Stadium, then relaxes at Makuhari Seaside Park. Enjoying the sunset with a glass of cocktail from his restaurant. Keiro Mizugawa, or Key junior, a successful businessman from Tokyo. He is the CEO of a top dairy company in Jap