Hawks Keigo Novels & Stories

"He's in charge." Zeke's surprised gaze snapped back to Havel. "My apologies, I was told Mr. Koba doesn't speak." Havel's hand landed on the butt of his gun. "You don't know the difference between speaking and hearing? He's got ears." Jozef clapped his hands, getting everyone's attention. He'd learned long ago how to hit his palms together just right, so they made a thunderous, ear-splitting clap. It worked well when he needed to communicate and no one was looking at him.

"But I still need your help." "What abogago are you talking about, Hayes?" Kit asked, bewildered. Keyller shook his head and stepped on the gas again and the car traveled even faster. "It's Attorney Hart. Isn't an attorney abogago in Tagalog?" Keyller heard Kit chuckle until it became a soft laugh. "You had better prepare yourself when you meet my boss, Hayes." There was amusement dancing in Kit's tone that made Keyller frown. "Is there something funny in what I said? Boss Trace said that abogago is an attorney in English."

the male Kea's amplified voice says, and we all stand. Male Keas, from the sidelines, immediately move forward and start grabbing the tables we were just sitting at. As they leave with our seats, the doors open, and more male Keas enter, carrying different tables. The process takes maybe a minute. When the final table is placed, and the male Keas disappear again, the announcer clears his voice once more.

Of course, Kenneth was no longer speaking English; he uttered words in his mother tongue, Korean. Then, he bit down on his lip, trying to contain the roaring pressure. Hearing him speak so sensually in his language, begging her for more, drove Kita insane; she fought to keep her senses. Kenneth spoke again with Kita, putting her finger over his lips as he begged in Korean. "Oooo, Jaebal, Jaebal, (Please, Please) ka....ka, (go....go) Grip the secret cord that only you know," Kenneth uttered, barely able to speak any language at this point.

Kaya I watched with trepidation as Jack emerged from the black car. He looked like he was full of arrogance. I noticed most alphas had this air about them of pride. And not the good kind, either. They were all stuck up. Jack strutted towards Cade and me. I watched his lips as he stood in front of us. "Cade Kaya, so nice to see you again." He then looked directly at me and spoke as he signed. "Kaya, you are looking beautiful today. Thank you again for training some of my warriors."

Keegan exhaled and scratched the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little sheepish and entirely endearing. "So..." he said, glancing at her hand for a moment, then back up to her eyes with a crooked smile. "Let's start from the beginning, hm?" He extended his hand, open and gentle, like he wasn't just offering a shake. "Hi, beautiful," he said with mock seriousness while his grin was growing. "I'm Keegan Sergeyev. You can call me Segen... Only you can call me Segen. It's a very exclusive honor, I'll have you know."

“Big brother! Please don’t hurt them!” The others were looking at them with sweat dropping the side of their faces. It was quite an embarrassing moment to see a guy shaking a cute adorable creature while shouting gibberish words. Not really to Harris or Kasuga though, as they could understand universal language more fluently than Raul or Beto, but it was still an awkward moment. Feeling enough of the nonsense of this situation, Kasuga walked to Harris. “Hey Windlet-san. You can fly, right?” Harris turned to him. “Huh? Yeah?”

Kate added, “and good at playing or hacking Dungeon Raydens.” “Hmm?” “That’s easy, right? I mean, how many high-schoolers are fluent in Korean?” “Mollayo,” Lor slurred. “Oppa… hokshi, Messi joh-ahaseyo?” Lor drifted into sleep.

It seems like he has a plan of where this conversation is going. “I’m sorry,” Jack continues, not looking sorry at all, “I know it’s a random question. I was just reminded by this Japanese woman who I met. She taught me some important Japanese words.” He turns to look at everyone. Despite the confusion, nobody dares to question the boss. He is the founding partner of the company and nobody would want to get on his bad side. Jack takes the silence as a positive sign to continue. “For instance, Harujusko,” he says. “It means ‘My God.’”

— Hello? - Hello, Keith. How is your finger? — Oh, hello, Tommy. Excellent! It doesn't hurt anymore. - Did you sew? - No, not so badly bitten. They anointed me with something and made an injection ... not knowing how to speak English correctly ... so that I would not be wild. - From rage? - Maybe yes. Oh, Keith... I wish I had a shot... from you... *timelessness.