Kaito Cantarella Novels & Stories

Her cobalt blue eyes darted back at Jesse. He sighed with relief and reached for his phone. He tapped and unlocked it then handed it over to K. "Let's keep in touch." He mumbled, asking for her to type in her number. He then grabbed her phone and reached for the other pair of her earphones and perched it onto his left ear, curious what song she was listening to. L'Illusioniste by Keren Ann. It was a really beautiful French song. Jesse had it in his playlist, too.

The air around me felt thick with tension as I waited for his response. “I see. Well, if you believe you are ready, then I will not hold you back. But I will warn you. It is not easy to kill someone, even when they are someone who deserves it. Taking a soul is a hard thing to endure. I want you to be one hundred percent sure of this, Kai.” He looked me over again before standing up, walking around his desk, and heading towards a picture on the wall. He snapped his fingers, and a door to a safe appeared. He lit a black flame in his palm and whispered a small incantation. The door, too, disappeared, leaving a large opening. “Are you sure you’re ready?” Balthazar asked me again. Turning towards

Lana This evening marks the manifestation of my long-awaited wish. Yet, here I am, undecided about what to wear. Katarina Hart, my best friend, has been here for over an hour, diligently assisting in organizing and designing the event center for my inaugural ceremony. She excels in a multitude of skills – from healing and artwork to teaching, knitting, dancing, event coordination, and managing the Pack. She's that friend you can't help but be envious of.

I smiled coyly. “Great.” he said “You wont regret it kitten. I will pick you up around nine.” I called Santana as soon as I left work and told her I needed to come by. Santana is what she calls a fashionista. Her closet is bigger than my bedroom and she loves to give me makeovers. I desperately needed her help if I was going to impress Kassius tonight.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

They knew those words were parting words. “Please, do not trouble yourselves. The gods singled me out for this mission, and not you. I am certain that there are disciples ahead, chosen by the gods, to assist me. Your destiny lies with you. Goodbye till we meet again. I must travel to the kingdom of Fallahi to meet Banabella, my sibling, whose beauty has brought upon us, this evil of death and destruction. May the gods be with you till we meet to part no more.” He took up a bladder of water, stared at them one last time, and strutted off, as the men stared at him in bewilderment.

“Kait comes from the branch of Longmen. Longmen was the façade of the government in the world of swordsmen. They emphasized justice and loyalty the most!” “One of the reasons Kait refused to accept Prince Jean was because she felt that Prince Jean is a villain who acts viciously.” “So if this matter is to be done, it can’t be done with obviously shady means. No, it would be best to destroy him in public…” Denzel thought, and then broke out into a devious smile. “Isn’t that brat very good at fighting?” “Recently, didn’t Aiden Bauer and Rachel Hardy join forces to fight against Deputy Leader Walker?”

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

< Zion > ‘’Yo, Zion! Your brother is here.’’ I looked up from the computer screen in the direction of the the voice. It was Kael, the computer wizard who helped to fix anything that was spoiled from the computers to the electricals. His body was a work of art, and I always mentioned that to him. There was a tattoo on every inch of his skin. My favourite was the snake coiled around his right bicep. He was in rehab, a former junkie, and this work was one of the things that gave him the drive to move on.

"You're worse. You haven't seen yourself from my eyes." He left her collar and stomped into the bedroom. He slammed the door and left her sitting on the cold floor. 'I'm getting used to this and I guess it's bad' She got up and heard another doorbell. "Yes?" She said as she opened the door and looked at the meek man in front of him. "Is Kirito home?" He asked. "Yes, he is. Who might you be, sir?" Vivian asked. "I'm Keta Tanabe, the personal assistant of Mr. Ellois Carter Kurosava. Kirito forgot his phone at the office today so I came here to return it." He handed the phone to Vivian.