Kaneki Ken Novels & Stories

his voice flickered as I made my way out of the room. Entering my office, I locked the door of my forbidden room. That wasn’t the name I used for it the first time I created this room and Red Eyes. He was one of my best friends. My only robotic friend. Red Eyes showed me everything I needed to see and answered my every question. My major reason for creating him was because of my desperation. The desperation to find a solution to my sickness. But Red Eyes couldn’t help with that aspect of me.

"Intrigue's mutual, Eiko-san. Inviting the enemy to tea? Bold play for a woman who crushes coups." Her laugh tinkled jade on porcelain, dry and devoid of warmth. "Enemy? No, child. Weapon. Or consort." Bowl set aside, she leaned fractionally, dark eyes dissecting my asymmetrical bob, the jewel-tone suit hugging curves hard-won. "Kenji was exiled from Tokyo five years ago. Board wolves circled SatoTech after his father's death—my brother's folly, leaving the heir too raw. I crushed them. Bloodied the tatami. But Kenji... he returned forged colder. You see it, yes? The dragon unchained."

Just green text. ZERO: You're late, Sterling. SEBASTIAN: Had to deal with a General. Are you ready? ZERO: My father's code protecting that bank? It's insulting. Give me the backdoor. "Who is Zero?" Jack asked, cleaning his gun (again). "Kenji Nakamura," Sebastian explained. "The estranged son of Takeshi Nakamura (Syndicate Target #4). His father framed him for cyber-terrorism to steal his code." "Kenji hates the Syndicate more than I do."

Instead, the ache between her thighs demanded something far more primal. The wooden door to the private garden slid open. Kenji entered — a 6’10” Black Japanese security specialist with a powerfully built frame honed by years of elite training. His dark skin glistened under the moonlight as he approached the edge of the onsen. Aiko rose slowly from the water, droplets cascading down her curves. “No gentleness tonight,” she whispered, voice already trembling with anticipation.

“But let’s be honest, he is my partner in crime. I guess you can share number one place with him if you would like.” Aziz’s tail whispered in agitation. I had struck a nerve again. “Me, sharing first place? We all know I am superior to that.” I only smiled. Kenan still carried that same intimidating energy. The sharpness of his cheekbones and jawline remained, though softened slightly by years of experience. Deep lines etched the corners of his dark brown eyes, not as signs of weakness but as marks of a man who had witnessed truths no one else dared to uncover. His unruly black hair still defied all his efforts to keep it in place.

He had just never given her a proper answer whenever she had asked. “Uncle Kenji.” “Hmm?” Kenji didn’t tear his eyes away from the screen of his computer as he took a sip from his mug of steaming hot coffee. “Is Hati…an assassination organisation?” Kenji nearly choked on his coffee, and as it is, he snorted about half of his coffee up his nose, and ended up using several napkins just to clean up the mess that he had caused. Though thankfully, the coffee didn’t end up on his computer.

He quickly took out his phone and called his assistant. "Hello?" His assistant answered on the first ring. "Progress?" Kenji spoke in a businessman-like tone. "The file is ready sir; I'll have it delivered to your location immediately." Kenji hung up and took a sip of the whiskey in his hands. When he got the news that Ayane was spotted here in Osaka, he caught the earliest flight and flew in. He was staying in a hotel near the mall where he saw Ayane. There was a knock on the door and Kenji let him in. It was his assistant; he was carrying a folder with him. Kenji sat down on the sofa and his assistant handed him the folder.

There was a sly smile on Chika's face. The man was unusual. Lately he is often silent and his face often shows anxiety, as if something is constantly bothering him. even when in the office, he doesn't look cheerful — he is usually always cheerful so that his employees share his enthusiasm. Instead of having a positive impact, this man is now the talk of the employees.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

Ryan started taking out a black pin and pinning it to my shirt “ We can see what you can see, which will help with instructions and being able to see where you are. It blends in with your clothing choices perfectly. But if for any reason they make you change you need to unclip this and try and make it blind in the best way you can. This is important Char we can’t get busted or you can die right then and there” Creed said as Ryan adjusted it to my shirt. “ I understand” I nodded gulping down some of my coffee