Kaito Cantarella Novels & Stories

Eleni I struggle to tamp down my libido as Dante pulls me out of the sculpture gallery. Cal Duncan? Here? With all the champagne, I forgot the day started with his name. For all my research, I haven’t been able to find a picture of the guy, so I have no idea who to look for in the crowd of well-dressed partygoers. “Mr. Cattaneo.” A man with deep red hair and a lilting Irish accent steps into our path. “And Ms. Calimeris. What a pleasant surprise.”

Before we start the journey of our lead, let's meet the people that will give us some fun. Also, I'll be using (') to indicate thoughts. KANATHA TRION Kanatha is also known as Gulf Lewis. A 19-year-old beautiful young man. His hair is long and really beautiful for a man. There's a reason behind his long hair that we will find out soon. He was born a Trion but his identity was snatched away from him because of a bad past that caused him to lose his true family. Secrets about himself will soon be revealed.

I asked and he shook his head. "It's this guy Saitama. He was fired from his job and after being beaten with a crab monster to save the kid who drew n *** s with a permanent marker on the crab man." When I told Karish about the funny scene, I remembered how ridiculous it was. It was one of my favorite manga with Chris and we used to watch it together on his smartphone during breaks.

It is a chain, sitting elegantly in the box with my name crafted on the pendant. "KITA"

"Scarlett." ******

“But don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time.” Creeped out, I took a step back, putting distance between us. I hated how he was speaking to me; it was frightening. But at the same time, I couldn’t stop my mind from making up fantasies about this guy, either. “K-Keane,” Kasey said, and she looked so frightened to even speak his name that I almost laughed. “Carter wanted me to show her around.” “Sure,” Keane breathed, flashing a smile at me. As we stood facing each other, he reached into his pocket for a cigarette, slipping it between his lips before pulling out a lighter and lighting it. He took a long, hard drag and blew the smoke into my face.

“And I’ve tolerated your pettiness for too long.” The silence that followed was sharper than any scream. Elena’s lip trembled, her façade cracking at the edges. “She’s just a breeder. We all know it.” I flinched. But Kael stepped forward Slowly. “She’s mine,” he said, every word like a brand pressed into skin. “And I will not tolerate anyone treating her as anything less.” Elena took a step back. Then another. But her pride wouldn’t let her crumble fully.

Everyone knew he ran the narcotics underworld across his region—but it was the trail of broken alliances and burnt-out labs that made people fear him. “He owns nothing,” came a calm voice from the far end. Kaito Nakamura. The oldest among them. Wrinkles lined his forehead, but his posture was straight as a sword. He wore a grey suit with a thin blue tie, no jewelry, no flash—only quiet authority. The others often shouted to be heard. Kaito whispered, and the room went silent. He had survived every shift in power across Asia and the Pacific. That made him dangerous. Zayn’s gaze swept to Mikhail Orlov, who had not said a word.

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.