Kanae Kocho Novels & Stories

It made Kane smile more than he expected. Her red hair, still slightly damp from her shower, fell in loose waves around her delicate face. The oversized white t shirt she wore, his shirt, slipped off one shoulder, revealing pale freckled skin along her collarbone. Kane stood across the room, flipping another pancake onto a plate with easy precision. He wore nothing but grey sweatpants, his muscles shifting with each movement, calm and controlled. Mona blinked suddenly, realizing she had been staring. "Wow... you're so good at that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

The woman appeared satisfied just by sharing the same last name. "I'm Kaneko Miura. I hope you’ll feel at home here," she said. "Nice to meet you, Miura-san." Akiko smiled again, since Kenji had been completely expressionless after stating his name. Miura quickly turned her attention to Akiko, realizing that Akiko would be the one doing most of the talking between them. "Can I call you Akiko-chan? You seem about the same age as my daughter. She’s in Sapporo, working there," Miura asked.

“Eve.” The man’s eyes narrowed briefly, a smirk rising to his lips. “Evelina,” he purred, rolling my name around on his tongue as though he tasted it. “My name is Keane Hearne. My brothers and I run this institute.” “You—what?” I looked over at Kacey, hoping for an explanation, but she still seemed frozen on the spot. “We’re the bosses here,” he said. “But don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time.”

Visitors to the Sydney Aquarium leisurely flow around them, busy contemplating marine predators. - Not at all! Let's ask that Japanese with a camera over there, if you don't believe me. Mister, hello… tell me, is the girl beautiful? The Japanese smiles, nods, listens attentively: - Canesna, kasavita! Both are tart! And he takes a picture - Louis and Keith hugging against the background of a blue glass tunnel and fish floating in the water column. “Foul play,” Kitsune snorts. He is from Japan and I have big eyes and red hair. Of course, for him it is already beautiful. Wow! Look, look over there, what a fish!

Koa stood at the edge of a moonlit pool, the air around her thick with quiet power. The Goddess Realm shimmered with soft blues and silvers, a place untouched by mortal time. Selene approached in a slow, graceful glide, her glowing robes rippling like water. "You brought me here to keep me safe," Koa said quietly, her green eyes watching the stars swirl in slow circles above them. "But Cheyenne is hurting. I can feel her calling for me."

“I think I know.” Everly says. We all turn around when she speaks. We had no idea that the three of them had walked into the room. I shook my head when Kylynn called Korey and asked where they were. I heard him tell her that they were on their way. I smirked when he ignored the fact that she was yelling at him. He is more than used to how these two are and knows when they are really pissed. Zack has Alyani up on the giant screen on the wall. I am positive when I say she was not what any of us expected when she popped up on TV. Alyani is a tiny little thing. She can’t be more than 5’0” with long platinum blonde hair that fades into a purple-blue colour halfway down. Ironically the

"Do you know what she's the Founder of?" "Arachnids. I found out when she told me that her middle name was Arachne." Queen Emiko was the Arachne? How was that even possible? I looked at Channing and she had a smile on her face. "It makes sense. I saw some tapestries when I went to her place. They were too descriptive to be found in a store or online. There was one that had me confused though."

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.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.