Futakuchi Kenji Novels & Stories

"You sound like you know his reasons for abdicating the throne." The man that had spoken was called Official Kieran Fujikiwa, also General of the Raester Army and Father of Kenji Fujikiwa. He bore redhead just like his son that resembled a lion's mane and scars on his face to show how many wars he had fought in, and come out alive Ever since the wars ended, he retired, but now, there was a look in his eyes that bore excitement. Like he expected all of this to end in a war. Only thing was, whose side was he going to be on?

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

Passing comments occasionally. "Benjamin". Suddenly Kane grabbed his shoulder who was busy scrolling through his phone sitting on the couch. Uninterested. "Hmmm". "Benjaminnnn". This time Kane shook his shoulder more forcefully to get his attention. "What Kaneyyy....". His eyes caught the line of sight. His breath hitched.

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.

~Alpha Kilhan~ I was in the kitchen, reaching for a bottle of water in the fridge when Lucas, one of my Omegas, approached me. “Alpha Kilhan, Jarius is here to see you.” He said, and I creased my brows at that information. “Jarius? He was here like some days ago.” I uttered, and he nodded in agreement. “True. He said he had something very urgent to tell you. He couldn’t wait until the next time he’s supposed to come.” Lucas answered, and I raised my eyebrows as my curiosity spiked.

But before she could say anything the light switched on revealing the stupid grinning doe-eyed person holding her captive with his body. Sorin Kim. Again. This was ridiculous. Looking all hot with his grey sweatpants and hoodie and that stupidly ruffled hair. Standing behind the both you was the entire Bhatt family with Aarav rushing inside with a pillow in his hand and his hair ruffled up and his eyes half closed and cutely shouting out "Who's the food stealing maniac, I am gonna kill him!? " Followed by a grumbling Devika and their parents Janvi Bhatt and Manuel Bhatt.

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

Yamaguchi Kento. Yamaguchi Kento was involved in an accident when he was a child. His legs were badly crushed by a tanker which explained his current situation. Ryu wondered what Kento was doing here for Kento had never involved himself in business matters. He had left everything to his younger brother, Yamaguchi Kenji, whom Ryu had a scheduled breakfast meeting with. Yamaguchi Kenji didn't disappoint the Yamaguchi family. He had a good head for business, making the Yamaguchi family very proud. Apart from those two, there was a couple present that Ryu hadn't seen for two years. Takahashi Yasu and Fuuji Kaito. Ryu could see from their interaction that they were still as lovey dovey as ever.

He howled and told his backstory, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk. I’m an elder from Gokudo Soshiki, Kenji Miyagi, and am Ono Yohei’s master.” Ono Yohei? Alex thought for a moment before he finally remembered the name. Wasn’t that the guy with the bead that allowed him to have extremely high mental power? He hummed and then asked, “Why have you come to America? Did you come here to avenge your disciple?” Kenji had no desire for revenge anymore, he only gave a bitter smile without a sound.

Cold, precise, and ruthlessly successful, he was a man who took exactly what he wanted. He had chosen her the moment he saw her at dinner. Aiko Nakamura, 29, a brilliant art curator from Kyoto. Graceful and poised, with porcelain skin, long silky black hair, and a lithe yet curvaceous body that her simple white yukata barely concealed. Her dark eyes held quiet intelligence and a hidden hunger. Kenji approached her with calm authority. “The onsen is completely private tonight,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “No one will disturb us. Come. I want to see how long you can last before you break.”