Female Ken Kaneki Novels & Stories

Kenji pulled out a chair, and the woman sat across from him. "Just call me Sakura. Do you mind if I call you Kenjiki-san?" She asked with a smile. "Not at all. Go ahead." Kenji could understand. Sudden familiarity didn’t necessarily mean disrespect. According to the file he had read, Sakura Nakano had lived abroad for a long time. "You look more handsome than in the photo." Sakura complimented him in a smooth and bold manner. Her time abroad was once again reflected. This kind of bold character was uncommon among Japanese women. Kenji didn’t mind the character, but she still wasn’t the woman he wanted.

Nivea's POV: Me and Keenan were dancing, enjoying the sparks that stayed on our arms when Abigail walked up and stoped us. "Hey Ni! I've been looking for you everywhere. where have you been? who's your new friend?" she asked the questions quick like she might die if she didn't. "Well I've been outside where I ran into.... " I started to say but was cut off by Keenan. "My name is Keenan and we found out that we are mates. That is, if you'll have me?" He asked and looked at me with those dazzling eyes. I was so shocked by his sudden question that I was lost for words for a second.

It’s only a matter of moments before Kenna stops toying with Nylion and his death will cause Laiken’s unless I do something. As I look around, desperate to find any possible way to save him, I see a young woman rushing to Kenzo's side. He’s dying now that Faeler is dead. I realize this must be Kenzo’s mate. She’s sobbing, begging him to stay, telling him she can’t live without him. Laiken screams above me and I know my time is almost up. “Please,” I breathe, silently begging the woman to show me what to do. “I submit to you, Kenzo,” she says and then I see her put her hand against his chest and her image spreads all over his body, covering him.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

After that Kenzie takes me to Kyler and my room because she wants to tell me something "I'm only telling you this because you are freaking out over nothing. Kyler can't touch woman." "What do you mean he can't touch woman?" "You the first woman Kyler can Touch without getting sick." "What do you mean Ken?" "Look all you need to know is Ky can only you touch you he can't touch another woman, except you, my mom and me." "Okay Thank you Kenzie" "Do you feel better now?" "Yes, thank you Kenzie"

The sound of his study door opening, a woman dressed in a fashionable lylac color and with a short golden hair style stepped into the room. "Dear!" called the woman, hugging Kenzo from behind. Kenzo who heard the soft voice of a woman he loved. He averted his gaze and turned around. Kenzo found a beautiful woman smiling at him. "You have eaten?" Kenzo asked rubbing Sarah's chili cheeks. Sarah who saw Kenzo touched her cabin's cheek, she returned the touch of Kenzo's hand. "Not yet honey, I came here to take you out to lunch together, would you like to?" asked Sarah looking into Kenzo's beautiful turquoise eyes.

The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly. And for some goddamn reason, Kane liked hearing her talk. Which was new. He pulled off his hoodie, leaving him in his fitted white t-shirt. He heard her inhale sharply, her green eyes flickering to his exposed arms, where ink covered his skin. The dim lighting in the car made her red hair shine. He smirked as he started the car. "So, uhmm..." she cleared her throat, shifting in her seat. "How old are you?" Kane kept his eyes on the road. "Twenty-nine. You?"

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

She says and walks over to Eliana sticking her hand out for a proper greeting. Eliana ignores her hand and pulls her into a hug. "It's nice to meet you. I've heard absolutely nothing about you." Eliana over excitedly says giving me a look. "I can say the same. My name is Kera." She says and I can't help the small smile on my lips as I watch the exchange. "How long have you been together?" The nosey Eliana asks and Kera smiles. "Two days." She says proudly and I softly chuckle. "Still fresh."

Instead, the ache between her thighs demanded something far more primal. The wooden door to the private garden slid open. Kenji entered — a 6’10” Black Japanese security specialist with a powerfully built frame honed by years of elite training. His dark skin glistened under the moonlight as he approached the edge of the onsen. Aiko rose slowly from the water, droplets cascading down her curves. “No gentleness tonight,” she whispered, voice already trembling with anticipation.