Kankuro Son Novels & Stories

“That's what I've been calling my dad for as long as I can remember. It's meant to be a joke, since we're wolves. My mom's Mama Wolf.” “How did you end up with Gummy Bear?” “She never could get enough of them.” “Well actually nice to meet you, Mr Sakata. I'm Takumi, Takumi Rengoku and you can expect me to call your daughter Mrs Rengoku in the future and maybe a few grandchildren.” “One word of advice, if I find out that you had your hands on my daughter, you can expect to be six feet under in the future.” “Wow, they have the same way of looking like they're about to murder someone.” Takumi thought.

Name: Kuro Henn Age: 25 years old Relationship to the Host: Stranger System: system 11456 Ability: Speed Identity: Ordinary HD1 Special Circumstances: Brother-con Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Deteriorate Heroes’ [Had a love and hate relationship with his little brother. He will love if the time is right, he will hate if the time is right or wrong. He loves his brother dearly that he didnt upgrade in his Hero level and stayed at the level his little brother is]

"Easy, sweetheart." "Let me go!" I thrashed, elbowing him hard in the ribs and kicking in his arms. "You don't fucking touch a woman without her permission, you piece of shit!" "Calm down," Logan growled, his grip bruising. "He will be fine. Like I said earlier, he drank our leader's blood. His blood is potent. Only the strongest survive the first taste. Looks like your son's got what it takes. He is handling it better than most. Some people died after taking it."

Name: Kuro Henn Age: 25 years old Relationship to the Host: Stranger System: system 11456 Ability: Speed Identity: Ordinary HD1 Special Circumstances: Brother-con Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Deteriorate Heroes’ [Had a love and hate relationship with his little brother. He will love if the time is right, he will hate if the time is right or wrong. He loves his brother dearly that he didnt upgrade in his Hero level and stayed at the level his little brother is]

Reminders: (surname 1st, name last) Yoshida Hachiro- drums Kurata Sosuke- guitar Tani Rinko- electric violin Fukuda Kagami- currently plays the role of vocalist. Honorifics: san-Mr/ Miss kun- semi/formal title for guys of same age as speaker In the end, Hachiro-kun had no power to do anything. Or rather when he came back from allegedly doing it his face was awkward and twisted.

Name: Kuro Henn Age: 25 years old Relationship to the Host: Stranger System: system 11456 Ability: Speed Identity: Ordinary HD1 Special Circumstances: Brother-con Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Deteriorate Heroes’ [Had a love and hate relationship with his little brother. He will love if the time is right, he will hate if the time is right or wrong. He loves his brother dearly that he didnt upgrade in his Hero level and stayed at the level his little brother is]

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

He pretends to zip his mouth. I know I shouldn’t have named him Eren. But I couldn’t resist. Everytime I look at him, the first thing that pops up in my head is Eren. His wish of having his son looking like him was definitely granted. And mine too. Since little Eren knows only his mother, he obviously love me more than him. He is the only thing that is left from his father. I can feel a part of him through our son.

Kirito, about three years old, sat in his mother's arms while looking at the camera. "I would have believed it was Kiroto..." He had green eyes just like Mr and Mrs Hiomi. The bottom of the frame read "Hiomi family" "I didn't know your eye colors change when you grow up" Kurosava said with a wicked smile. He clenched the frame tightly "My stupid brother giving the entire enterprise to this brat... This brat who is not even his own blood!" He threw it aside and looked at his half baked reflection in the mirror.

A lifetime of making mistakes has a way of making a man wiser, I suppose. Getting to the United States I fell in with the wrong crowd again, a Japanese kid named Yamato Koji. He was the son of a ruthless Yakuza boss in Los Angeles and he was my best friend. We met during my first year in school and became friends almost immediately. I didn't know he was a gang boss's kid until later but it wouldn't have made any difference if I did anyway, it probably would have even made me wanna be friends with him even more. Two years later, I dropped out of school, Koji's Dad died and he became the new boss, and a whole lot of shit went down. "A man's life is a series of stories" as Master Kankuro always