Kaito X Meiko Novels & Stories

"Whatever the future can hold for you two, I promise to be here to help you adjust. I never had a chance to really befriend anyone before I met Zakh. I'm glad you're here, and we can hopefully help each other with the trials of pregnancies." I took her hand and squeezed her fingers. "Me too. I'm grateful I've got you here too." Missy was the only friend who'd ever lasted in the "real" world, and Alisa did help. "I've got to wonder if Anatoli would ever—" Stop. Don't get your hopes up. "What?" she asked, eyes wide with excitement. "What?" "I wonder if Anatoli would ever want to make it official. You know? Since he's going to be a father and all. I know that's an old-fashioned way to think abo

It arched it back, extended its claws and bared its fangs. The figure in black stretched out its arm and in an instant, the cat was lifted off the ground. It became immobilized and started to meow in distress. The figure slowly closed its fist, causing the cat to let out a piercing multisyllabic yowl. The cat was being choked and strangled telekinetically by the hooded figure. “Olivia Summers, you have been nothing but a disappointment,” the first figure tsked. Alarm crossed the cat's face but it was too late. The second figure then clenched its fist and the cat disintegrated to ashes.

How pathetic? Taurus… You must think you’re hot shit? You think you’re better than me you can’t speak? If it wasn’t for me your ass wouldn’t have shit. You’re just like all these bitches. Capri knew she struck a nerve. All he could do was hurl insults even without her responding. He could not help himself. He went on and on for about an hour. Until finally there was nothing but silence. 🎶 I guesssss I fell in loveeee with a toy soldier!🎶 Capri got in the shower singing this - Keri Hilson song.

Me: I would like a plate of macaroni and meatballs. Hotel attendant: Okay, what's the number of your room? I checked my card and found my room number. Me: Room 21 Hotel attendant: Alright ma'am, your order will be brought to you in a minute. Me: Thanks. I stood up walked inside the bathroom to have a quick shower so I can apply the lotion doctor Catherine gave me. I strip off my clothes and tied a towel around my body. I got inside the bathroom and I loosened the towel. I switched on the shower and scrubbed my body softly with soap. After I was done showering, I tied the towel around my body and walked out of the bathroom.

Nothing he said would comfort Meiko. After a long silence, Hirai said, "Miss Mieko, since we have issued a challenge, don't think so much about it. Maybe Qin Haodong won't attend this Cultural Exchange!" "I hope so. If this man takes part in it, I will lose!" It was hard for Mieko to admit this. She had studied medicine with her teacher when she had been little. She was a famous female genius of traditional Celestial Empire medicine in Nihon. She enjoyed a high reputation, so she had taken on the weighty responsibility of challenging Celestial Empire.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

For all I know, he’s probably fattening me up for the slaughter. Yes, I am paranoid. So what? “Why would I hate you, sir?”. Miyamura opens his mouth to speak— but then gets cut off. “As much as I am very interested in whatever this is…”. Aronohai Misa walks in, followed by Eiji, Riko, and— Is that Yukimura Aito? Yukimura Aito? As in the older brother to that crazy female, Yukimura Rei?. To think that if I didn’t search him up then, I would have been stumped right now.

The man chuckles at my quick response and leans back into his seat. "Well, I can see why you wouldn't trust me...But I can tell you my name and guarantee your safe return to your fiancee by calling him right now if you want?" (This guy has had Kadachi's number this whole time!) I sigh. "Fine it's a deal." He chuckles and pulls his phone out but before he hits the call button he looks up at me. "Oh and by the way, My names Kaito Masumi." (Did he just say...Masumi...)

"You like Dwight, don't you." "He's pretty funny, yeah," I laughed. "He's literally Chandler with Phoebe's daftness. And Mike is like Joey with all those dirty jokes. Then I guess Pam would have to be Monica, with a hint of Ross's relationship tendencies." "And what about Rachel?" He asked in amusement. "Definitely Kelly," I replied. "Like absolutely spitting image." "Sure," he didn't quite seem convinced with my assessment, but let it slide since his beloved show was slowly starting to grow on me. "Well it's good to see I'm not putting you through complete misery then."

"The look of someone who’s not supposed to be here." Still attempting to comprehend his presence, I blinked. "And you are?" "Yemi Kings." He reached out to me with a firm yet unforgiving hand. "CEO of Kings Industries." I recognized the name, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. The way he gazed at me as if he were studying me and looking for something hidden beneath the surface, diverted my attention too much. I unwillingly accepted his hand, and I felt a weird chill when he touched me. "Lola Taylor."