Kaneki Ken Female Novels & Stories

It’s only a matter of moments before Kenna stops toying with Nylion and his death will cause Laiken’s unless I do something. As I look around, desperate to find any possible way to save him, I see a young woman rushing to Kenzo's side. He’s dying now that Faeler is dead. I realize this must be Kenzo’s mate. She’s sobbing, begging him to stay, telling him she can’t live without him. Laiken screams above me and I know my time is almost up. “Please,” I breathe, silently begging the woman to show me what to do. “I submit to you, Kenzo,” she says and then I see her put her hand against his chest and her image spreads all over his body, covering him.

Melania. Kenji had tried his best to create her image by drawing her hair long and black. Because Athena has blonde hair. My chest tightened. I shifted my gaze to the little girl. She looked like a smaller version of Melania. Then my eyes moved to the boy. It must be him. Standing beside them. “Kenji…” I said slowly. He looked at me again. I hesitated for a moment before asking softly, “Do you like her?” He didn’t answer. But his fingers moved. He pointed at the woman in the drawing then placed his small hand over his chest.

Three minutes later we are in mom's old car heading to Pete's house. "Did you sleep with him?" I ask "Fuck no" she says with distate in her voice. We are dressed in black. Kenzie and Kenna look like the same person the same as mike except he's male. Kenna's hair is black the same as Mikes. Kenzie is a dark brown haired but she dyed her hair black to look like the others.

It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…

And he looked closely at the girl. "It's not common in the company that your special assistant is interceding with you. I can't believe that you would entertain someone like her," the young woman replied flatly. "Shut up. You don't know her." Kenji's head was hot. What he doesn't like is saying bad things about the woman he loves. "Yes, I don't know her but I'm sure she's flirty!" accusing it of Shanbri. "F*ck! Shut your f*cking mouth!" Kenji shouted and hit the table.

In conclusion, Monica could tell that this scene was similar to a cliche romance tv drama where a woman was abandoned by a scumbag. Monica looked at this woman and could see that she was very heartbroken. He thought to stop her since he was afraid that this woman would do something stupid but... Monica was stunned and didn't expect to receive another reward, but he decided to ignore it since he was about to stop the woman, however... "You're a friggen' idiot, Kenji! You're the worst!" "So the name of the scumbag is Kenji."

"Niken is my right hand. There’s nothing to be afraid of." I looked up at him, my expression anxious. "You have a fiancée..." I whispered, gritting my teeth. "I haven't seen anything today, Miss. So... you don't need to worry," Mrs. Niken said casually. She was perfect as Jefri’s right-hand woman. Her face was just as stiff and devoid of emotion as his. Bu Niken grabbed her bag from the sofa and slung it over her shoulder. "I'll take my leave now. If you need anything, Miss Erika, please don't hesitate to contact me."

Her eyes blazed with a fury no threat could extinguish. “My name is Lyra! I’ll make sure that woman’s shadow haunts you until you go insane, Kenzo!” “Call yourself whatever you like, but this mirror never lies about who I see.” “The face might be the same, but the personality isn’t. You’re just afraid of a woman who can stand up to you!” “I love perfection. And you’ve just achieved it today.” Kenzo ignored her spit as if it were nothing but dust, then gestured for the stylists to pack their things and leave.

And even a child seems to be . “It will do,” Kitsune nods graciously. Soft movements of rounded hips, sharp movements of the hands, a red mane flying up in torn strands, and that look .... like on a bridge, from which something shrinks in the solar plexus and at the same time it becomes hot and heavy in the lower abdomen. She holds out her hand, gracefully gesturing for him to join. Hank raises his palms - they say, I pass. Cool dancing, and do not want to interfere. But it is pure pleasure to watch.

Something dangerous in a way that doesn’t need to prove itself. “I was just getting a drink,” I reply. His gaze drifts over me. Not rushed. Not crude. Measured. Appreciative. “You should let someone else do that for you,” he says. “I’m capable.” “I don’t doubt that.” A pause. Then he steps closer. Not too close. Just enough. “I’m Kenji Takahashi,” he says. I blink slightly. The name doesn’t mean anything to me. But it should. “I’m Elena.” “I know.”