Kana X Akane Novels & Stories

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

Kenji’s eyes lit up. “You want to take your revenge on her for sleeping with me. Does that mean you still love me? Are you trying to win me back from her?” Kenji said. Ayane took another deep breath and exhaled. She turned towards the pretzel stand and grabbed her order before turning back to face Kenji. As she walked past him, she said something.

"Fuck, you're all so sexy. I need a cock too." Akane, still bent over the couch, reached back and spread her ass cheeks. "Fuck my ass, Kurome. Please, I need it so bad." Kurome moaned, hurrying over to Akane. She spat on her fingers, rubbing them over Akane's tight hole. "You want my fingers in your ass, Akane? You want me to fuck your tight little hole?" "Yes," Akane whimpered, pushing back against Kurome's fingers. "Please, fuck my ass. I need it so bad."

“No. She’s kind of a blabbermouth. While I know I mustn’t trust her right away, the way she was talking kinda tells me that it’s true.” Claude blinked. “So… She good?” Jai shrugged with a nervous smile. “I guess so? She basically told me about the family. I know who Eiji is, I know who Rio is, Akane, Sen, and Kiyo. Both Rio and Akane are actresses. Akane’s husband is Sen, who is an overprotective person. Kiyo is their daughter, and is a late teenager, I think? And Eiji and Rio is Akane’s parents.”

Nivea's POV: Me and Keenan were dancing, enjoying the sparks that stayed on our arms when Abigail walked up and stoped us. "Hey Ni! I've been looking for you everywhere. where have you been? who's your new friend?" she asked the questions quick like she might die if she didn't. "Well I've been outside where I ran into.... " I started to say but was cut off by Keenan. "My name is Keenan and we found out that we are mates. That is, if you'll have me?" He asked and looked at me with those dazzling eyes. I was so shocked by his sudden question that I was lost for words for a second.

Maybe if Zaina was Yuki’s sidekick, I would still believe that. "Atleast kabet labeled." Aiko replied in front of me. Kaloka is her hairstyle ha, the madman still has color. We were sitting at a large round table, so it was not too difficult when we talked. "Seriously?" I pretended to believe my ejaculation and just rode their trip.

“Kane...” CRASH!!

He shook his head repeatedly. “No, no, no, Bree.” His eyes locked onto mine. “AKINA is Anika.” My world stopped. For a second, I could not even breathe. I genuinely thought I was going to faint. “No.” The word slipped from my lips in a whisper. Simon nodded drunkenly. “Yes.” My mind reeled. And then, as if someone had struck me across the face, the pieces clicked together. Anika. AKINA. The names were so fucking similar.

Akiko shouted again, loudly, to ensure anyone who had misunderstood could clearly hear her explanation. Akiko continued to pat Natsu’s back, who was crying. She wanted to leave the garden, but the exit to her room was blocked by Karin. “What do you mean Kenji isn’t your uncle? Hayato and Kenji are brothers!” Karin maybe still shouted, but Akiko wouldn't lie. The confidence in Akiko’s voice caused Karin to waver. She knows Akiko always honest. “They’re not brothers! Kenji isn’t a Ta…” “TANAKA-SAN!”

' *** An: Pardon me to those sensitive about gender here, I don't mean any harm when I use female pronoun for Kana here since HE IS KNOWN as A LADY. I already made it clear on the previous chapters that he is a man but known as a lady for a REASON. please understand. And, this is part of the plot So if it's uncomfortable for you to read Kana addressed as MY LADY, EMPRESS, HER OR SHE. don't come at me and just LEAVE THE STORY ALONE. THANK YOU.