Novel & Cerita Haruto Watanabe

I can't help but hold onto the seatbelt that is keeping me safe ever since we hit the road. The night is still young and cold, as cold as this man beside me. He never spoke nor looked at me after we got out of the club. I could still tell that he is mad but he has calmed down a bit, thank goodness! I don't think I can handle another beast like Cyrus at the moment.

Better than thinking about the way she’d looked at me when I’d pulled away. Better than thinking about the fact that, even now, I wanted to finish what I’d started. It was a lot better than the fact that I was trying my best to ignore every feeling that I had, and yet no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. So I hit harder. “Natalia, he does not want anyone inside.” “You don't get to call me by my first name. You don't even know who I am.” “Fine then Luna, I am his beta and whether or not you want to accept it, you are going to have to listen right now.”

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.

Sakura was praying very hard Jane would miraculously appear and sort out this mess when she heard a commotion on the other side. She looked up to see the famous Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana coming toward them, his long hair—dyed bleach blond—flying and his long white robe fluttering about him. Beside him was the woman Sakura had been waiting eagerly to meet in person, the woman who had given birth to her twenty-five years ago, Haruka Tanaka, also known simply as Ms. Ruka. She was tall, Sakura realized, with strong, angular face, and thin nose that sat nicely on her face. She was very beautiful.

Lucas scoffed, “Hello looser, fancy seeing you here. Now I see where his guts are coming from...” Harold’s lips curved crookedly. Lucas was not yet ready for what he has in plan for him, by the time he was done with him, he would regret ruining his life. Lucas looked at the faces of the elders. Some he could see has already been bought by Matteo. He flared up. “Who wants this vote to hold? I am still the leader here! you all go about making decisions behind me huh!” “Calm down Lucas, not all the men have he bought...” Fabiano came to him and whispered.

Haruka was walking with her head up high, as if she would get her revenge today. Next to her was an Islander male wearing a robe, walking in with his eyes closed. He wore a white robe, and he seemed otherworldly. Harvey instinctively looked at him, thinking that he looked pretty familiar. Immediately, he remembered who he was. Harvey had met him back in the Flutwell. He was the representative of the Island Nation, Haru Miyamoto. He was most likely Haruka's backer, and she had probably shown off a lot using him. However, his face was all swollen after he slapped him back then.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Still impossible. The second: a woman known only through chatter in old military dossiers—Kavira. Former head of an African intelligence syndicate thought to be defunct. The third made her breath catch. Yun-Ho Watanabe. The man who had disappeared five years ago during the Tokyo power collapse. Presumed dead. He was here. Very much alive. She looked at the others. An Arab royal. A finance magnate from Brazil. And a man she didn’t recognize—white, mid-forties, skin too smooth, eyes too flat.

"Moshi moshi. Rushiasu Hanto CEO no hisho, Arura Wein desu. Shikyū, Satō Buchō ni otsunagi kudasai. Honjitsu no gidai ni kansuru kinkyū no ken desu" (Hello. This is Alura Wayne, executive assistant to CEO Lucius Hunt. I need to speak with Director Sato immediately. It is an urgent matter regarding today's agenda.)

He softly explained. "You came back?" I didn't know that. He nodded. "Yes, love, I searched for you, you kept changing locations every damn time for the past eight years, when I saw you, I was so happy." He smiled and then he began. "I'm Haru Nakamura, Johan, from a wealthy family here in Japan, I was a young lad, who loved music, discovered I was gay and fell in love with my best friend, who stole my songs and submitted them in the industry which landed me in trouble and I was almost blacklisted for plagiarism because of him, he took credit for my hard work, I retired from music for a while to go finish my schooling since my mother died from cancer, my father wanted to ruin my career becaus