Kaito Cantarella Novels & Stories

“Who’s she?” “The one who will decide if you walk out of here,” Dante said, his voice leaving no doubt about her authority. “His name’s Kael. Don’t know my last name. He’s a freelancer. Works for anyone who pays, no questions. The word was, he’d been moving special products for a new venture. Something big. Sofia thought he was the key.” Kael. The name meant nothing to her. She filed it away. “Where did you last see her?” Elena asked, her voice harder than she intended.

This version of Kael was something else entirely, something dangerously magnetic, pulling me into his world. He wore a baggy black t-shirt that hung effortlessly on his broad shoulders, the sleeves were short enough to expose his veined arms. His long hair, usually messy, was pulled back into a neat low ponytail that made his jawline look even sharper. A butterfly tattoo peeked out from his collarbone. “I hadn't seen that before,” I mumbled as I stared at him. “Pardon,” his voice was sharp. “Nothing,” I said quickly, rubbing the back of my neck.

His death became a forgone conclusion the moment he betrayed the cartel, therefore there's no reason for me to pull my punches. He screams in pain, his agony rending the evening, interrupting the haunting Cuban music that'd been playing in the background. I release his arm to hang limply by his side, step around the front of him and send my knee into his face. He's kind enough to hunch forward as I bring my knee up, increasing the impact. I've worked enough guys over in my life to know exactly what kind of damage I've done. His front teeth are now in the back of his throat and his navel cavity is caved in. I'm happy. His screams have become gurgles and I can hear the music again.

“Awesomely cute associations,” Keith chuckles, releasing his finger to wave his hand indignantly. — Santa's team? Cow botalo? Not? Only lepers? — Not only, also a cat collar. Indian girl. Traveling hippie. Chinese shop. Fairy Tinkerbell. Lots of associations. Don't be offended, I like your bells, the way they sound, - he again steps in her way, looking into her eyes. “Now, wherever I hear this sound, I will immediately remember you… Peace?

Caleb may have a bit of strength on me, but I had speed and a hidden strength many underestimated because I am a woman. Moving forward I take a swing to Caleb’s jaw, which he dodges. I anticipate that dodge and catch him with my other fist under his chin knocking him backwards. As he spits out blood from him split lip, he smiles at me as blood runs into his teeth. “Well, well Kate; it looks like you might be hiding some power in that little body,” he says. “Oh Caleb, nobody ever says my body is small – thanks for the compliment, a girl always like to hear she’s small,” I say taunting him.

he said pointing towards the bathroom. I walked over, opening up the bathroom door to see a white kurti hanging on a hook. It was made of linen with an eyelet-pattern, an A-line fit and trumpet sleeves. Putting it on, I saw that it fell to slightly past my knees. The white leggings that accompanied it were also linen with a lightweight feeling. Everything fit perfectly. I walked out of the bathroom after putting my unwashed hair into a single French braid to pull it out of my face. Cain had changed, now wearing a white tunic-style top with jeans.

He tilted his head and spoke. "You're going to get a hole in your chest if you keep staring at me." His warm voice made the warning feel more like an advice from a close acquaintance. His attire was a familiar but she couldn't make out where she saw it. It was when she noticed a part of the blue dragon tattoo on the side of his neck that she realized. "Are you an assasin from the Hian Ji clan?" She asked without hesitation and continued. "Yes, you are one. A lone wolf at that if I'm not wrong. What is your purpose here?"

If Dannie gave him the tiniest excuse he would fire every last bullet into her. Suddenly several of Possibly-Shawn’s men were shoved forward and Balric walked in behind them. His eyes fell first on Possibly-Shawn then Dannie. More embarrassment flooded through her. Dannie kept her eyes on the tiles. “What is going on here?” Balric demanded, his gruff voice cold and even. “Who the hell are you?” Possibly-Shawn demanded right back at him. “Balric, ex Blade of Praetor Caius,” Balric replied, his voice getting gruffer as he spoke.

He was and by his side sat his fiancé, Kaito. Kaito had his dark hair tied into a loose ponytail with a couple of shiny silver beads stuck to the strands in a scattered yet stylish way. He was dressed effortlessly in a red designer shirt from his own collection and dark sweatpants. His posture was extremely tense even beside Yasu and he kept sneaking guilty glances at Ryu. He really felt bad for letting Aito go through with his plan yesterday. He also hadn't had the chance to apologize to Ryu which dampened his mood even more.

he said and turned to leave. "By the way, I'm Edward Nates. What's yours?" He said as he turned back. Then he remembered that I got no name. "So since you are like my personal property now, I would need to give you a name. So I would call you... Ella". "Duh" I replied and entered.