Kaneki Ken Novels & Stories

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

However, Kaden shakes his head, his certainty unwavering. "No, Ronnie. There is something more to it. Blaze is hiding something, and we need to uncover the truth," Kaden asserts, conviction lacing his words. His keen perception and intuition leave no room for doubt. As Kaden ceases the swaying motion of his armchair, he leans forward, fixing his piercing gaze upon Ronnie. With unwavering determination, he poses a direct question to his loyal servant. "Will you do that for me, Ronnie?" Kaden asks, his voice carrying a mix of earnestness and expectation. He watches Ronnie, gauging his reaction, knowing that he can rely on the loyalty and dedication that Ronnie has displayed over the years.

He hated seeing people suffer, and sometimes his worry was almost suffocating, but it always came from a good place. Rayle stepped aside, and Kenji entered first. He was tall for an omega, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit despite it being a casual visit. His sharp features looked more serious than usual, his dark eyes locking onto me immediately. Behind him, Mitsuki followed—smaller in stature, with gentle brown eyes and messy, honey-blonde hair. He wore a cozy sweater and jeans, looking exactly as I remembered him: warm, soft, and approachable. “Haru.” Kenji’s voice broke through the silence like a blade. “What happened?”

"They’re busy, that’s all. Regarding the work, you are not obligated to complete it. If you find it overwhelming without Yui, just leave it. There’s no need to push yourself to become an expert immediately. It might be a while before Yui can assist you." Kenji said this while reaching for his phone on the table, which had just lit up with a notification. "Who is it?" Akiko asked. It wasn't like Kenji was checking messages while they were together. "Ryu, reporting about that annoying person." Kenji used the term "annoying," but Akiko noticed that he was smiling. Kenji had received a report on Kaname Nakamura. Although Kenji found the man annoying, the contents of the report were beneficial to

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

I say bowing my head slightly to each, then I notice the third figure. “This is Kenji, our other mate,” Okasan says. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kenji!” I say looking at the man. As I take in his petite frame, his sweet smile and the way he looks especially reminds me of Hikaru. This man is likely to be Hikaru’s biological father. “Hikaru was just helping Raff find something that fits him better and I probably don’t want to know what is going on between Asim and Aiden. On second thought, I should probably…”

“He’s on time, please let him in.” And the door opened again a minute later, and in walked Kenjiro Nakamura, impeccably dressed, a quiet kind of authority in his movements. His suit was a perfect dark navy, his tie a subtle silk print. His hair, streaked lightly with silver at the temples, only added to the impression of someone who had been in the game long enough to command any room without raising his voice.

William pushed open the heavy oak doors of the grand VIP suite. At the head of the long mahogany table stood Kenji Kyoto—a formidable, silver-haired titan of Japanese industry—looking utterly unimpressed. Beside him sat his wife, dressed in a traditional, elegant silk kimono, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Mr. Reynold," Kenji announced, his voice like grinding granite, skipping all customary greetings. "Your European supply chain is rumored to be compromised. I do not waste time or capital on unstable partners."

He nodded and I left the room and headed back to the cars. I walked out of the building and saw a Kawasaki zz-r1400 in all black sitting there with the keys in it. Nice, I was thinking of buying one of these. I grabbed the helmet off the bike and put it on. I started the bike and made the gravel fly as I sped out the driveway and back to the warehouse. This was one of the fastest bikes on the market and it definitely was true to its rating. The engine purred under my body as I flew down the street. I pulled into the warehouse parking lot and parked the bike next to the front door. I walked in and headed straight to my office and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the desk. I poured a glass and