Kaine Futa Novels & Stories

Kola replied with a grin. Before long news had spread through FUTA. The Ice Prince of FUTA was officially taken. Pictures and videos leaked out seriously. If Paul and Atinuke's video was a big hit, then Kola and Anjola's pictures were a big massacre to the social network of FUTA. Everyone was astounded. Kola's case was different, the girl he fell in love with in his league and damn she was hell ass beautiful. The female population could not take it. Different comments were being made.

Amelia said cheering me up. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it going to be?” I asks. “Well, we’ve never experienced it before but from what Caden’s mom said, it is the scariest rule ever. A lot of ladies eyeing Caden gets a chance to fight you for your position and it is a fight to death” She said making me sigh. “What are you guys up to?” Keith said as he and Caden walks in. “We are just leaving” I said as I drag Caden out of the room towards his office.

Whatever the case was, as they continued their journey, Gerald came to learn—from Futaba—that the Futabas were attempting to form an alliance with the Kanagawas, an ancient Japanese family that owns about twenty percent of the shares from several Japanese companies, making them one of the largest associations in the country. The blind date himself went by Kanagawa Kai, and he was apparently the youngest son of that family. From what Futaba had told him, Gerald also learned that Kai enjoyed abusing women with his family’s powers. From the companies’ staff to students in his university, none of them were able to escape his demonic grasps. Despite knowing what he was like, Futaba knew that she

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.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

Did he really have the strength to even drive? “Sabrina, I need you to drive us into the country. I don’t think any of us are up to driving or running.” “Why don’t you just feed on the humans? It’s much easier, and plus I won’t have to drive you anywhere. I’m tired and…” She looked up and caught Ash glaring at her with murder in his eyes. “Have you…” Ash hissed out, too angry to finish his words.

Combs and scissors seem to be afraid like fire . Looking down at her from his good six feet, he flicks his lighter and brings the flame closer. Keith stares into his long black eyes with thick lashes for a few seconds, then dips the tip of his cigarette into the orange flame. He doesn't look away. In the light of a street lamp, the guy seems swarthy like a Greek. Plump lips, neat round nose. The slit of the eyes, the outline of the cheekbones, the golden hue of the skin ... Keith is willing to bet that at least half of his blood is soaked in the sun of the tropics. Polynesia? May be.

"No! That one no. It is cursed forget about it. " The tattooist dismisses Sao. Something about the tattoo makes him not look away. On the mention of a curse, the other couple come to see for themselves the tattoo. Fahara is what it's called. In some dessert outside a mudwalled house a rooster is trying to swallow a blue glowing stone . Nothing very interesting about the tattoo but Sao can't take his eyes off it. More particularly, the blue glowing stone.

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