Kaito Masashige 소설 & 이야기

"I'm kinda his ticket" "Ah you're talking about that shirless guy dancing on one of my tables like a deranged animal" I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah. His name is Toshiro" "I know. Masaki Toshiro. His parents are so nice and reserved. I wonder where he got his personality from" I burst out laughing. "I totally agree. He’s very… different" Kaito was about to say something but the shrill ringing of his phone grabbed his attention. He took it out and answered. "Yo man where have you been? The party started hours ago"

“I see you wanted to remind me about the meeting; i didn’t need your help, by the way.” He left like he hadn't just touched me, his hands behind swinging beside him as he walked like a monster, full of pride. What did he mean by he didn’t need my help? It’s my position as his personal maid to take care of things like that. Did he really downgrade me, saying that I was useless? Tch! “As we all know, my personal assistant, Samantha, was attacked by someone who learned the art of Tai. We struggled as we took an investigation on the case, and now the Gamma, Kyle, has caught him.” Ryu let out.

Author's POV Satou Hiroshi was a name known throughout the world for his technological prowess, the owner of a giant technology company that had become a benchmark for founders of similar companies. He was still in his early forties, wears glasses, and has a tall, sturdy build that made him admired not only for his quality of life but also for his physical appearance. However, people’s admiration was not directed specifically at his good looks, but rather at his position as the world’s leading technology mentor.

"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.

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.

“My dad works for the Tokyo Stock Exchange. My mom’s a hedge fund manager.” Takuto: “…” (What is this? A rich heiress living among us commoners?!) As he struggled to process everything, Misaki stepped closer. Close enough that he caught the faint scent of peach shampoo. “Actually,” she said quietly, “I know who you really are.” Takuto’s heart stopped. “What… do you mean?” “The mysterious advisor of Kimura Corp.” Her eyes sparkled. “The one who saved the company with crayon drawings.” “...!”

Uche said and when Ejima thought he was not going to continue, he added, “Once known as Death’s eponym. It was first built by Gruchi, an old wizard who served the kingdom, not for money or power, but blood.” Ejima rubbed her nose with her free hand. She tried keeping a frame touch with her sling but realized that she was shaking and sweating at the same time. All these bones, all these lives. Does such brutality still exist? “He was the one that created the renowned king of masquerade, Ijele.” Uche continued, “With his dark powers he had sustained the Kingdom, even at death.” He shrugged and turned to the leading path. If there was remorse within him, his resilient poise did not show.

his voice flickered as I made my way out of the room. Entering my office, I locked the door of my forbidden room. That wasn’t the name I used for it the first time I created this room and Red Eyes. He was one of my best friends. My only robotic friend. Red Eyes showed me everything I needed to see and answered my every question. My major reason for creating him was because of my desperation. The desperation to find a solution to my sickness. But Red Eyes couldn’t help with that aspect of me.

Ryu chimed in again. “Yes, he did it to keep Kuryugumi from falling behind, losing to Tensei and Daido. I see you both already know about the illegal activities Masaki was involved in.” Shibata realized that neither Kenji nor Ryu seemed surprised, despite him repeatedly mentioning Masaki’s illegal dealings. “Just continue!” Kenji urged again. Shibata nodded. “To carry out those illegal operations, Masaki appointed Suzume’s younger brother as the key figure since he couldn’t be seen directly.”