Kaneki X Hide Novels & Stories

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂ Kagemoto Kazama. The name alone was enough to tighten my chest, but I didn’t let it show. I kept my expression exactly how it was, calm, polite, almost amused, even though my fingers twitched slightly at my side where the vial Phil had given me rested, hidden and waiting.

Eleanor “Are you alright?” Eli asked. My brows pinched. “Eli?” Only it wasn't Eli. The Eli I knew had a soft tenor voice but this Eli had a deep baritone. When I lifted my eyes to meet his gorgeous green eyes, my blood ran cold and realization hit me like a punch in the face. This wasn't Eli. This was his twin brother, Killian. If Eli was dangerous, Killian was dangerous himself. He was sporting the NightFall Wolves Biker Gang's leather jacket as usual. His long black hair pulled back in a loose bun. I tried not to start at the way his jacket stared across his broad shoulders or how his dark tattoo peeked from his collar. He was ruggedly handsome.

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

‘That’s impossible!’ was Xavion’s first thought upon hearing the mention of the Japanese ninjas. He used to let his men deal with the Japanese ninjas before. In his opinion, the Japanese ninjas would never dare to go against the Fox family. Why would they kidnap his son?! With that thought in mind, Xavion looked at Becker and asked coldly, “Are you sure it’s the Japanese ninjas?” “I’m sure!” Becker explained, “Only the Japanese still use hidden weapons like shuriken. It's their tradition to use such poison that kills the victim immediately.”

URBAMA CITY Kana is talking with the head master. She came in to report that her mission had been completed. "Master," Kana greeted. The headmaster remained seated at his throne infront while he look down at Kana, standing in the middle of the hall. "Where is he?" the master asked. "I'm sorry master," Kana said afraid what could happen next to her. 1 month ago. The headmaster found out that Niko had been hiding at Berlina through Zatima, Arial Killer ranked 2. Whom he secretlty ordered to find Niko for the time being and spy on him.

With a coordinated motion, Eva and her nearest companion struck in tandem, energy colliding with the creature in a controlled explosion of light and darkness. The creature staggered, then dissolved into mist, leaving only a faint echo of its presence. The rest of the monsters hesitated, disoriented by the precision and unity of the bond. Eva seized the moment, directing a wave of radiant energy toward them. One by one, they dissipated into the shadows from which they had emerged. The arena fell silent. Eva’s chest heaved, sweat and grime streaking her face, hands still glowing faintly. She had survived the trial not alone, but as part of something greater.

No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.

The night before had been a blur of questions and memories he couldn’t silence. Every thought had led back to her. To Aria. To the boy with golden eyes. The resemblance had been too strong, too exact. Every part of him screamed the truth, but saying it aloud would make it real — and Kael wasn’t sure he was ready for that. He stopped at the edge of the forest, dismounting his horse in one swift motion. “Stay back,” he ordered his men. His voice was quiet but carried the weight of command. “No one follows me.”

And I will not deny that he has a good body because he has six-pack abs. "Sit here." He ordered and he patted his leg. "Ah?" "Then sit here and we'll talk," he said, pointing to the sofa. Still, I bowed down in front of him out of embarrassment. Yet nothing seems to have happened to him. "Who are you?" "Susana Elizalde," I answered his question simply.

Confused. "That's stupid! No one hangs up on me, anim*l." I said then I was angry if the phone was returned to my staff and he quickly left because I might bury it in the look on his face if he didn't leave. right in front of me. "What does he think of me anyway? I don't know who he is, Nek is my target right now and I don't know eitherWhat are you, what is Hideong, the good old man who is dead!” I screamed and then threw the wine glass I was holding against the wall causing it to break and spill.