Kanao Novels & Stories

She mischievously wanted to see how Kenji would handle it. "There is something I want," said Akiko. "What is it?" Kenji quickly responded. "Mochi from Nakatanidou." Akiko mentioned the hardest-to-get food she could remember. "Nara?" Kenji confirmed. Nara is the prefecture in which Nakatanidou is located. It's about four hundred kilometers away from Tokyo. Farther than Sendai's coast before. "Yes." Akiko nodded, holding back a smile as she saw Kenji thinking. "Okay. I'll buy it. Maybe tomorrow..."

The shock from whatever was still evident on his face. “Hmm,” my head nodded. “Where did you copy this from?” “Copy?” My finger scratched the back of my head as I stared at him. How did he easily find out it was copied? It took Daisy hours snuffing the internet just for this. And when she finally saw this perfect one, she had to duplicate two for us. “What’s your name?” The CEO interrupted my thoughts. “Eira Rowan.” “And you?” His eyes darted in the direction of Daisy.

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”

Don Torento raised an eyebrow, Amanda looked away from him quickly, she wanted to slam her palm on her forehead for saying something stupid. Don Torento was looking at her like he wanted to tear her limbs to limbs, she gulped. "S—sorry, I say stupid things sometimes."

Alfi seemed excited. “Yeah. And there will be free Nekopara Jacket for one lucky guest!” Koji exclaimed. “Aww, why not custom shirt instead?” Alfi looked disappointed. “What shirt do you want anyway?” Koji asked. “Hokari Kanae, Euphoria,” Alfi replied. “Really? She’s a bitch, you know?” Rian said. “Bitch? What do you mean?” Alfi looked curious. “Huh? You don’t play the VN(Visual Novel)?”

hanging out. Jesse looked to his right and saw this quaint little hipster ramen house that said 'No Wi-Fi' on the glass doors. The place looked veritable, though he doubted they served authentic Japanese noodle soup. Lots of phony hole-in-the-wall type of restaurants had popped up all over the city in the past decade. Jesse rarely went to these places. He had his own list of trusted diners, delis and cafés that he frequented, and this one right here was definitely not it.

' He is determined to give me a heart attack . ' thought Kana blushing like a tomato . Looking at her face , Charlotte could tell what she was thinking and couldn't help from laughing . " I....I have done a lot of wrongdoings to my sister . I never want to hurt her again . I am thrilled that you love me . I love you too but I cannot suffer the pain of making my sister sad . I would rather become a nun than hurting my sister again . I also am confident that I won't fall in love with another person so becoming a nun is the best option for me . " said Kana with a determined expression .

"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

Although Aino was already in the highest grade of kindergarten, she still could not recognize many words. Aino only knew a handful of words. For example, Sabrina Scott, Sebastian Ford and her own name. She could not really recognize other words. A few big words were clearly written on top of that soft, pretty, adorable candy, “Be happy, Grandpa Shaw!”. The few words were written in a fancy, joyful and cute manner. Aino thought they were floral patterns and had no clue what was written on it.

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.