Kanao Novels & Stories

I didn’t know why but I felt this spark within me, like I was proud of Aiden when someone said good things about him. Isaac said, “Still can’t see Uncle Jin’s little ryokan.” He was right. None of us could see any sign of it—a Japanese-style building similar to the ones back in town, with maple and Sakura trees and a Japanese stone garden with hot springs. Noah said, “We’ll see it soon enough.” Higa-san said, “But it’s right there.” Isaac said, “Nope. Can’t see it. I give up.” A few minutes later the van maneuvered into the driveway of that massive nine-story building. Naturally, we all stared in shocked surprise at the sign displayed in big letters, in both Japanese and English: Lake Aoi Re

We strided out of the place in few minutes and we were on the lanes once again. We entered to the city of Akihabara as we drove through the streets and stopped at a place called Yamano. It was a small meat restaurant in Akihabara with only 17 seats. Zen told me that Yamano serves finest quality of A5 rank Japanese beef and some of the most rare part of meat. As well as Yakiniku (Japanese style BBQ) dish, hot pot dishes are their another specialty. I was excited as well as curious at how amazing it must taste to earn such a feat to be called the best maet restaurant. We walked into the restaurant as we were greeted by a elderly woman leading us to our seats. She handed us the menu. I looked a

“What is it babe?” “Sonya quickly mindlink Lance and tell him to get some warriors here NOW!” She jumped when he yelled at the end, but did what she was told. Ron looked to the edge of the woods and there strolling toward the packhouse like she owned the place was Eden.

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

Thank fuck for that, this was getting embarrassing. “Um, I am 21. I am live here in the Kingdom on the outskirts in town called Lohan. I am training to be a nursery teacher and I don’t know what else to say. Oh call me Angel” she says smiling shyly at us. She’s blushing and I love it. She is so adorable when she blushes. “Wow a nursery teacher” says Nova. “You will do well with Logan then. He is basically an overgrown toddler at times” Logan looks insulted but Angelina giggles at this comment and we are so enchanted by it no one can be mad.

"You, a nobody in his eyes, how dare you anger him!" Kano confiscated all the living amenities he had provided Emiko and Kaji and ordered them to apologize to Jonas and Xander, or he would have to face Xander himself to apologize, after crossing Kaji and Emiko's names off his family register. "Arrgghhh!" Emiko screamed in frustration, punching the mattress. "I must be cursed!" In his study, Kano watched his company's stock chart continue to fall and sighed before picking up the phone and calling his assistant.

If I may” “He got held up in the states, but he'll be back by next weekend, and our had some business to handle”, one of the men answered. “Ah, alright, right this way then”, my father ushered them into the living room. “This is the bride to be, Anaya” Serena looked at me, she scrutinised me head to toe as if checking out a dress. “My sons, Antonio, Marco, Davide,” he turned and looked disdainfully towards... “and my youngest son, Luca.

Cold, precise, and ruthlessly successful, he was a man who took exactly what he wanted. He had chosen her the moment he saw her at dinner. Aiko Nakamura, 29, a brilliant art curator from Kyoto. Graceful and poised, with porcelain skin, long silky black hair, and a lithe yet curvaceous body that her simple white yukata barely concealed. Her dark eyes held quiet intelligence and a hidden hunger. Kenji approached her with calm authority. “The onsen is completely private tonight,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “No one will disturb us. Come. I want to see how long you can last before you break.”