Jimmy Kudo Novels & Stories

I answered. We stood there awkwardly, neither of us saying anything else until Jack decided to break the silence. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It is just that you looked like someone I knew. You know...redhead." He said, pointing at my hair. I wondered if he couldn't just read social cues or whether he didn't give a damn about them. But Jack gave me the ick, and I was looking forward to ending the conversation. As much as I wanted to give him a piece of my mind. I didn't have time for enemies. Maybe it was first day jitters. We all had them. "Well, now that you have seen me in all my glory, I hope you can tell that I am not the friend you are convinced I look like. Not all redhe

A male voice spoke and I frown in confusion. “May I know who is this speaking?” “James. James Russo. I guess it’s not that easy to forget me.” His cocky tone made me roll my eyes. “Ha! You. Great, I thought I could have a night but okay. Call me as you arrive.” I said rolling my eyes. “Okay.” With that he cut the call.

Someone walked out steadily from the shadows of the hall. He wasn’t too tall, and was only about five foot two. He was slightly bald, and his face looked like it belonged to a monkey. A long and short Island Nation sword was hanging on the sides of his waist. Every step he took emanated a terrifying aura. “An Island Nation Swordsman?!” Justin frowned. “That’s right. Kuroda Taro is an expert of the Shindan Way. His swordsmanship is almost unparalleled within Mordu.”

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

He recognised the man instantly, from his vision. “Mr Isimud.” “So this is the famed Tailor’s handiwork. It’s even better than I dreamed. Such talent that man has, I’m almost breathless. You wouldn’t mind just giving me a quick twirl would you? So I can get the full effect.” Jimmy did not oblige. He was too stunned. This was not what he was expecting. Mr Isimud looked disappointed. “No?’ he said. “Very well, if that’s the way you’re going to be, and after I waited so long as well. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it.”

he said very seriously. "That's not the only reason, is it?" "Correct. It's really not." He cleared his throat again, "Does the name James Caliph mean anything to you?" I feel confused. "Is not. What's wrong?" “It was suggested and I needed to know, that's all,” said Kudo. "No problem. I guess it doesn't matter." "I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important, Kudo." He aroused interest in me and I managed to sit up so that I could see and appreciate him more clearly. He looks like he hasn't slept in days.

Louis Reginald Sparks, twenty-seven-year-old vocalist of the band Run Up My Galaxy, charming and a minion of fate, like any normal person, loved surprises. In fact, I used to love it. His younger brother Tom is too. However, the surprises presented by their common beloved woman with the gentle nickname Kitsune sometimes made them pretty nervous.