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He spitefully uttered. K laughed. "Relax," she chuckled, then took a step above Jesse so that they were face-to-face. She lifted her arms and wound them around his shoulders. "Dimitri is the name of Nadia's newest cat." K leaned her face onto his and they kissed on the steps. She pulled away from the kiss abruptly, turning around to continue walking up the stairs, leaving him wanting for more again.

Kenji Sato stood at the head, 6'1" of lethal grace wrapped in a midnight-blue bespoke suit that clung like a lover's promise. Porcelain skin stretched over high cheekbones, jet-black hair slicked back to reveal obsidian eyes that locked onto mine with unnerving precision. A thin scar sliced his left jaw, a whisper of violence. His mouth curved in a half-smirk as he extended his hand. I took it, expecting firmness. Instead, his grip lingered—warm, unyielding, thumb brushing my knuckle in a graze that sent unwelcome heat coiling up my arm. "Ms. Whitaker," he said, faint Japanese accent wrapping each syllable like silk over steel. "Your reputation precedes you." His eyes didn't waver, dissectin

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

a familiar voice rang in the isolated room despite of having too many people having gathered inside of it. Kate frowned at the familiar tone as she thought, 'The first ranking Sotiras, Cuzo and Elder Apella, is really one of the members of wanting to join Knox group to dominate the world?" Kate slightly let out a chuckle causing for the heroes who was quiet and thinking of heir despair silently inside their heads turned their heads and look at Kate at the same time with a pair of eyes, somewhat confuse and curious to what was this little girl that was ranked second in Sotiras ranking was thinking about.

I nod, snapping my gaze towards her, “Yes, I do! You’re just repeating what I already know. Stay clear of A-Jun… I get it. I’d rather sit on a cactus than share the same air with him… again.” “Good,” Jane says. Getting up from the bed, she walks over to a chair, sitting facing me with her legs crossed. Second on the list is Kaito.” “Kaito?” I ask. “Who the fuck is Kaito?” “He is a Japanese prisoner; he committed massacre, terrorism, and a lot of atrocities,” Jane announces. “That’s a lot of crime.” I chip in.

Even Kukok felt too ashamed to face front when he heard Saburo Sato's choice. He knew Sato was famous for being despicable, and today he really saw it. He just praised Saburo Sato as a real warrior, but it turned out that the guy already had his own plan to take advantage of the loophole in Qin Haodong's words. Even his teammates felt ashamed and lowered their heads when seeing him challenging a woman. But the staff of Daddy Security Company was all watching Saburo Sato with irony and gloat expression. There were two Ultra Guards in the company, one was the boss, and the other was the woman who had deprived all men's dignity in here.

"You're worse. You haven't seen yourself from my eyes." He left her collar and stomped into the bedroom. He slammed the door and left her sitting on the cold floor. 'I'm getting used to this and I guess it's bad' She got up and heard another doorbell. "Yes?" She said as she opened the door and looked at the meek man in front of him. "Is Kirito home?" He asked. "Yes, he is. Who might you be, sir?" Vivian asked. "I'm Keta Tanabe, the personal assistant of Mr. Ellois Carter Kurosava. Kirito forgot his phone at the office today so I came here to return it." He handed the phone to Vivian.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. 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.

he asked me. Stanley’s POV Since, my contact with Kate I have been trying to put two and two together, I discovered that her parents might not be as simple as everyone think. Moreover, from a psychological point of view I think she suffered from PTSD. “Her dad is a Syrian American and her mom is a Belgian. They died when she was eight years old. Her full name is Kate Zainab Omar.” Emma’s POV “Wow! I don’t even that much” I said with excitement. “Why does that name Zainab sounds so familiar?” I asked Stanley.