Kanta Sato Novels & Stories

My pussy, wait not even my pussy, that thing can't fit my mouth. “ You can stop staring now, Samantha!” Maximo shouts before he smirks at me. Santino however, marches forward, one foot in front of the other. I look around. “ Don't even think about it or I will burn you alive!” Maximo yells. Santino in all his naked glory makes it near me and I can't control my eyes. Near, it looks even more huge than it did where he was standing. My jaw drops. “ Try what you did again, and I will let you fall to your death,” He growls, his sapphire eyes chilling me down. His voice is sharper than any edge, and I can feel it cutting me down.

Both of them are not hesitant to kill each other. "All this time, I always depend on them. The agile Indra, the magnificent teamwork of Iqbal & Reza, and the overpowering boss Koji. I am always underestimated even before joined with them. Now, I am not Katon, the nerdy inferior novelist anymore!" Katon pulls the Alumina spear from his waist and uses it to impale Franz’s abdomen.

"I love her Noah. That's why. Antonia is in my past; Mia is my future." "Is threatening my family in your past? Or working with Dante?" Kaito's grin abruptly dropped leaving no traces of humour on his face and he shook his head. "I don't work for Dante anymore, I don't work for anyone, I'm my own boss. Rather like you. So if you accept me marrying your sister then there's no problems between us." He actually seemed pretty genuine when he said this but not because he didn't want to hurt us while working with Dante but because he was so sure he was his own boss. He was basically talking himself up, that he didn't work for anyone. I'm pretty sure he would have no problems hurting my family on h

Kat snorted and cleared her throat after. “Didn't know when I became a celebrity.” “You'd have women drooling over you if you were Gojo Satoru.” Kat joked, sitting more comfortably. “Gojo Satoru? I think they'd be on their knees if I were Choso or Toji.” “You dream too much. You even have silver hair like Gojo so… it fits.”

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

She spared me a quick glance through her long lashes, but her attention was solely reserved for my best-friend. “Olive Chen, we finally meet. I am unsurprised Katherine managed to weasel her way out of this meeting, but the result is not terrible.” Cortana Santino had a heavy Italian accent that made each word sound like a melody as it slid past her plump and perfectly heart-shaped lips. She gestured to the other side of the couch and ushered a one worded command that left no room for argument. “Sit.” Killer slinked off to the shadows, leaning against the far wall where a mountain of a man stood. The creep’s eyes crawled over my skin like the furry legs of a spider, but I refused to give him

the Knight Commander responded politely while feeling a little surprised. David just responded with a modest smile, as the Knight Commander led him to sit down in a shaded corned of the field. Kaito Sato is one of the few illustrious businessmen of this era, were strength reigns supreme. His business empire spans across the whole continent of Europe, as he specializes in the production of exotic armors. If he were compared to the president of the Gaul Republic, he would be a hegemon while the latter would just be an ant. The difference between his business empire and that of others was just that outrageous.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

“Who comes to search for a job here on a day like this? Today of all days?” My frown instantly melted away and was replaced with confusion. “What do you mean? What is happening today?” “What?” He answered in awe. “Are you new in town?” He further inquired. His question made me remember my driver again. “This is definitely Karma.” “Yes, I am. So tell me what today is.” I answered with clenched jaws. “It’s Alpha Kilhan’s birthday! The man who rules this town. Almost all the clubhouses, hotels, restaurants, and even some hospitals are owned by him. Including the one we are in as we speak.” He praised him, but I remained unfazed.

Jesse had learned some more interesting facts about K. She was originally from Augusta, Maine. She loved riding horses, and grew up in a horse ranch. She was raised solely by her mom and her grandparents, growing up without a father. Her mom didn't really tell her what happened to her dad. And when she was still a kid, she was actually made to think that her father was Cat Stevens. K went on to tell a funny story when she was just six, her class had a parents show-and-tell at school. Being that she didn't have a father to bring to school, she brought her mom's Cat Stevens Moon Shadow vinyl instead - the one with the black and white photo of his young, beautiful face on the album cover, just