Kaneki Novels & Stories

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

The days creep forward. The 15th. The 16th. And finally… The 17th. A cold morning. The sun peeked through the Tokyo skyline. Sakura opened her phone—an I*******m Story notification from Heri. She opened it in a heartbeat. A photo of a plane's fuselage, the SkyTeam logo gleaming near the front. Beneath it, ground staff loaded luggage into the aircraft's belly. “Merak 006 service to Tokyo Narita. Boeing 777-300ER PK-MRI SkyTeam livery.

" Akiko snorted again, still not satisfied with the answer. "Yes, that's true." Kenji didn’t deny it, since for the past few years, he had been focusing on managing Kuryugumi’s shipping company, which was declining. This was how Kenji discovered fraud, which led to the wound in his chest. "So what’s your title at this company?" Akiko squinted, highly skeptical that she would get an honest answer from Kenji. "Kabushikigaisha Shōsenmitsui. It's more commonly known as Mitsui O.S.K. Lines, MOL," Kenji answered honestly, naming the company that is currently his priority.

Kenji replied. "Hey! I don't know. What?" Haruko replied giving up. "Hahaha! They both came from POET." Nikolai said. His brothers and father almost burst out laughing. "How can you divide the sea in two?" Kenji asked. "What?" Haruko asked curiously. "Edi Use a SEASAW!" Kenji replied. "Me too! Guess where the dogs leave their cars..." Haruko asked. "I know that, it's in the BARKING LOT!" Nikolai said. Haruko nodded while grinning.

The sun was barely up when Evelyn received a message on her burner phone—a number that only a few trusted people knew. The text was brief and to the point: *Meet me at the old cathedral. Midnight. Come alone.* Evelyn’s heart pounded as she read the message. Kade didn’t waste time. The old cathedral was a relic from a forgotten era, long abandoned and shrouded in urban legend. It was the perfect place for a clandestine meeting, far from the prying eyes of The Tribunal.

he asked me. "What?" I asked him. "You haven't noticed anything. Really?" He asked me in surprise. And started laughing. "Just tell me" I pouted as he was laughing at me. "Ok. Ok", he said to me and stop laughing. "Have you seen this sign anywhere?" He asked me showing a picture. It was a Japanese umbrella-pine tree (kōyamaki). After seeing it I remembered seeing it on every suit of Zen's. Even on his car and the driver that came to us while we were having dinner few days ago.

Torque punched in the numbers and rested on the edge of the desk. “Hatchett, it’s Torque. You got a sec? I got a plate I need you to run… yeah… L07E17…” Torque smiled as my ears strained to hear Hatchett. “Excellent. Thanks, man.” Torque hung up as his attention shifted between me and Ciara. “Hatchett got a ping on the plates, and you’re never going to believe who they belong to.” “Shiro Kenji,” Ciara answered as she pointed to the screen where she had run the plates through.

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."

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

> VI: One Rainy Morning < -KakuiPotato *** Ken'ichi was about to go home after visiting Daiki's Shop at the black market when he remembered that he forgot his bag that has Sezuka's present. When he was going to the shop, he saw a one beautiful carriage at the road running. "I'm pretty sure a beautiful noble is inside that carriage" he whispered as he admire it. "I'm... I'M FINE DAMN IT!" is what he heard from it when it passed through.