Josuke Higashikata Novels & Stories

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.

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

"SORIN KIM!" The thunderous voice had all the chattering students in the hallway zip their mouth right up. Eira turned around to see her homeroom teacher Mr. Williams drenched entirely with some greenish, gooey substance that looked very similar to slime, looking all creepy, disgusting and funny at the same time. No wonder he was so livid. It seemed that Eira’s homeroom teacher had become a victim- once again-to Sorin Kim's pranks, the notorious prankster of her school.

I really wonder, why would they want to be rabid fans for a man like Kazuo-kai? Alright, Kazuo-kai or Kazuo Yamashita. He is a man from Japan who came to Seoul, looking for a double degree. After the leaders of Seirryu University found out, that Kazuo was the owner of the Yamasahita Company. Treat them immediately changed to be kind to him.

he smiled, with false politeness. Kosuke clenched his teeth, but quickly took a deep breath to calm down, not to cause unnecessary commotion. “I am still a Chairman of this company, and I still have the majority of shares…” he claimed. “I apologize uncle, but it seems your senile dementia is making you forget about crucial things… You have 33% of shares…” Hiro smirked and raised the piece of paper that was brought just now, “This is the prove that I now hold… 35% of the shares. You can see Matsuzaka's share transfer on this document,” he grinned.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

My heart couldn’t stop racing and soon, the scent grew stronger and I began to feel electric waves running through my veins, causing me to shiver. “Why isn’t it stopping?!” I grumbled in frustration. “Jessica?” His manly voice filled my ears like pleasant music, causing my knees to wobble. “Your name is Jessica, isn’t it?” He asked again. I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head to see Alpha Kilhan standing right in front of me. He was dressed in all-black tailored suits and pants. His eyes pierced through my mask, staring right into my soul. I could hardly compose the words I wanted to say. His stare and aura made me blank in a way I disliked.

“I guess we could finish that Dahmer series.” “Yes!” He karate chopped the air in celebration, like a little kid who had been told they could stay up late for the night. “I mean… sure, if that’s what you wanna do.” “Smooth.” I laughed, shaking my head at his bizarre behaviour. “The smoothest.” He grinned, his golden hair and hazel eyes glittering in the afternoon sun. For a moment, I could see the innocent little boy he must have been, before someone had flipped the kill switch in his brain and turned him into a lunatic, albeit a funny one.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"