Kanae Novels & Stories

“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.”

She groans. After some minutes of ruminating over it, she finally decides on a speech-to-text search method instead. "Tekna," she says and the computer brings up so many results, most of which spelled the word with a "CH;" and as expected, not having anything particularly interesting or "secrety" as her parents' tone suggested the previous night. Mia is about to try searching for the word in another form when Dana suddenly bursts into her room shouting, "I finally found the indoor cat!"

He didn’t tear away his eyes at her as if there were just the two of them. “I like the color of your eyes.” He said. “They’re the color of honey.” “Thank you.” She was quite happy. No one had ever praised her for her looks. “By the way, I am Caeruleus. And you?” “My name’s Ellaine.” Now, even she can’t tear her eyes away from Caeruleus. She can hear bells ringing somewhere far away but she didn’t have the time to look away and search for it. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.

she exclaimed and my hands landed on my mouth as I try not to laugh. Too bad I wasn't able to record it. And then Kaizan started speaking Korean, because like Zanaya, their family is Korean. Kaizan is her English name and it sounded so cool. I was chuckling at her reaction; I am no longer paying attention to what they were talking about. And after a while, Kaizan looked at me and she was smiling so wide. She gave me the phone and playfully hit me on the shoulder. "You scared the shit out of me," she mumbled. And I was still laughing.

Nneamaka laughed. “Uwa eju afo (nothing on earth can satisfy)” Ejima added as they returned their attention to the cassava. She was about to pick the third cassava when she suddenly felt a weight on her head. She tried to lift her hand, to make sure she was not imagining things, but her hands would not obey. They had developed minds of their own, causing Ejima's world to spin. The strength in her body had veered into the strength of water, and every attempt to make sense of the situation threatened to mask her world with darkness.

Who was born from the heart of Arika, not by her womb? Zane sighed at the enthusiasm of her wife who was hugging their sons too hard. "Happy Birthday, Kane and Kae", Zane wished them and handed a small envelope to them as a birthday present. [A/N:- Kane: generated from AriKA zANE. Kane/Caine means: Bound to be a fighter & Kae/Kai: is generated by the mixing of the last letters of ARIKA ZANE names. It means: from the ocean which is pure and chaste and also the protector of the earth]

he asked me. Stanley’s POV Since, my contact with Kate I have been trying to put two and two together, I discovered that her parents might not be as simple as everyone think. Moreover, from a psychological point of view I think she suffered from PTSD. “Her dad is a Syrian American and her mom is a Belgian. They died when she was eight years old. Her full name is Kate Zainab Omar.” Emma’s POV “Wow! I don’t even that much” I said with excitement. “Why does that name Zainab sounds so familiar?” I asked Stanley.

he reveals. “Woah, that sounds quite complicated,” Kayola says, “Care to tell me who your crush is? I could help you talk to her, you know, woman to woman?” she offers. Kane pauses for a few seconds, looks into Kayola’s eyes, and says, “Nah, I don’t think you can,” “That’s a pity,” Kayola says. “Thank you so much for this treat, I feel much better now; I have to go, though, duty calls. I’ll be coming back to see Alexis tomorrow. Could you please notify me if anything comes up?”

I grab his wrist, digging in my nails. “Yes. He did. That’s my name. I’m Kenna Westfall, Princess of Eastonia.”

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.