Kaneki Ken Novels & Stories

"If you feel that there are still things that are unclear, or whatever your needs are incomplete, you can contact Mr. Krittin. He will take care of it for you," Kenji said seriously. "Besides, I assume you understand everything I explained to you earlier?" "Yes, Professor Kenji, it is very clear," I said seriously. "The basic principle is the same as Italy, so I think I can adjust." Kenji smiled faintly and patted my shoulder lightly. "Good. I think you do fit the description that was previously mentioned to me. Intelligent, quick-reacting, and adaptive. That's good."

Every movement was etched in her mind—clear, broken down, analyzed. The first, Kenji, was fast—maybe too fast. Japanese, shorter stature, lightning footwork, razor-sharp control. He struck before others even read the cue. Exceptional reflexes, and he understood one crucial thing: he wasn't the lead—he was the shadow behind it.

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.”

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.”

They were in their best attire, and the dusty air blended with the aroma of different delicacies that circulated the whole place. Ejima brushed through the people, feeling embarrassed that she was underdressed. Curiosity was the only thing that propelled her feet. She wanted to be sure that Kelechi—Nneamaka’s son—made it successfully to the initiation. She would go back home and dress up afterward. She even had a gift for him. A little sword she had bought from the Afor market.

I grab my phone and call my friend Ken. "…....hello..". "Aiyyyy….looks how to call!. Sup Sai?...how ya doing??..". (Ken) Like always Ken is one of my close friends, like me he was one of my men back in my mafia time. He's a good man but a little loud most of the time. "I'm good….hey, do you still got that hydraulic press at your place?...". Ken was working as a handyman after leaving the mafia; he even got an Engineering degree. He was a hardcore cosplayer and he even said the reason he got the degree was just to make his cosplay making perfect.

"I'm Jesse Akerman. Such a pleasure to finally meet you." Michael took in his hand and pressed his with a firm shake. "Nice to meet you, too, Jesse." His jolly greeting. His eyes were a calm shade of blue-gray, and shallow lines were drawn on his forehead and the edges of his eyes as he smiled. Despite his tall and seemingly strong figure, there was just a radiating gentleness and kindness from within him. It was no wonder he was the Maine's best horse-breeder. Horses are extremely intelligent beings, they can sense a person's character just by their touch.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Jaden just shook his shoulder giving a shrug like he was himself unaware and weirded out by the current situation. "By the way what is your name?" Isabella asked but when Jaden didn't reply, she spoke herself. "You know mine so it's fair only if I know yours too!" "Jaden" he answered And with that he walked away. Isabella also followed him outside towards the lift, hoping that she could get the pin for left so that she would leave but when they finally reached their resident put his fingerprint right adjacent to the lift where she saw nothing but plain steel after that the machine Shook and answered

Sorin said as his lips threatened to break open into another grin. "Sheesh you don't even know how useful this weapon you uncultured swine.! Just ask Eugene he will tell you just how useful this weapon is!" Eira huffs out defiantly. "Who?? Who is this E-Eugen??" Sorin asks confused. "Not Eugen it's Eugene, you know the dashing bandit who's nose always ends up getting skewered on the wanted posters?" Eira says as she looked at him if he understood. Sorin still looked confused.