Kanta Sato Novels & Stories

“I went to the park. Met someone interesting.” His hands paused briefly before resuming their task. “Oh?” “Yeah, his name’s Noah. He’s a photographer. We talked for a while.” Dante’s jaw tightened just a fraction. “Did he bother you?” I laughed, surprised by his reaction. “No, he was nice. Just... friendly.” Dante didn’t respond right away, focusing on his chopping. “Be careful around strangers,” he said finally, his tone more guarded than usual. I bit back a smile, sensing a hint of jealousy. “I will. But he was just being polite.”

Sati sobbed, "You treat me like trash, maybe if I were a dwarf you smuggled for a slave, you'll notice me! It has been even years.” "Sati", said Kane in a cold unmodulated tone, "I’ve never harmed you." He paced up and down the hall. A light in the stone basin whirred and flickered in the corner. Suddenly he stopped in front of her and said, "Let me go!” Kane let fall his head like a broken man. Defeated and pale, he drew back into the shadow like an agonized wolf. Sati tried to touch him. She barely touched Kane's hand when she realized she had done all she could do and rushed hastily out of the dark.

When Katherine woke up she was surrounded by the people she had come to know Over the last few days people she had come to consider her friends: Giselle, her teacher, mentor, friend; Sofia, the sister Katherine had always longed for but never had in Melody; Ray Stalls and Tracy Adams, the Couple who couldn't stop fighting... or stay away from each other either; Moonbeam, a vegetarian, earth-loving girl whose voice was always soft and kind, never a harsh word escaping her lips, and her boyfriend who was the complete opposite, Jamie Madison.

Songwriter and twin vocalist with Izanagi. Blacklist!!!: Satoshi- drummer, on the album he can be heard playing other instruments like the cello and organ but on live he's usually the drummer. A tall slender man with a bald head and glasses. Yumena- Daughter of Blacklist's manager, the vocalist of the group. She judges by appearances and hates people who's style and choice of fashion don't fit their interests or occupations. Fashion is self expression. Hiroto Kanzaki- manager/founder of Blacklist and current CEO of Hysterical Kitten Entertainment, a stern man, who is old but looks well for his age. Too well.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine sat at her desk, fingers gliding across the keyboard as she carefully structured her email to Noirvanti Fashion. The offer was tempting—sending them a few of her designs in exchange for a generous payout—but she knew she had to present them just right, making sure her ideas stood out among the dozens of submissions they likely received.

Mia had come here to surrender — to stop thinking, to stop deciding, to let someone else take her apart piece by piece. Kenji Sato had decided the moment he saw her. He stepped into the steaming water behind her, fully clothed, and pressed his body against her back. His large hands slid up her ribs and cupped her breasts with slow, deliberate possession. His palms were rough from work, warm from the spring, and his thumbs circled her nipples until they tightened into aching, sensitive peaks. He pinched both at once — firm, perfect pressure that sent sharp little sparks of pleasure-pain straight to her core — then released them and stepped back, leaving her nipples throbbing in the cool night

"First it was Ms. Emiko, then Mr. Kaji. Those two Satoru brothers are really weird, aren't they?" "Shh," Nurse Natsuki placed her index finger over her lips. "Be careful what you say. Mr. Kano Satoru is the largest shareholder in this hospital. Don't let anyone who's pro-him hear any unflattering comments about him and then report you to him." Nurse Aoki covered her mouth with her hand, shuddering. It had been almost twelve days since Kano Satoru was discharged from the hospital after surgery, but her son, Kaji, came to see Jonas almost every day, bringing beautiful bouquets of flowers and delicious food.

That scar… god that intriguing scar that stretched from the top of his left lip down to his jaw only added to his charm in a strange unsettling way. The man sitting opposite him was leaner with a black fade haircut, ink creeping up his neck and knuckles. Kenji Sato — the Japanese yakuza leader that based in the heart of the country —Tokyo city. Alina recognized the sly man instantly. “Who's that with the Don?” Mira whispered to Alina. “Quiet.” She murmured back. Antonio's smooth voice spoke out. “What makes you think this Alliance you're proposing will benefit me?”

Kiara had a good way of guilt tripping one, "I don't know yet I just think there's something we can do about the guy." Kiara grinned, "What's that?" "Well let's try to find out more about him," Shelly suggested. "Hmm, where?" Shelly grinned. "Facebook." Grinning like maniacs they both grabbed the nearest laptops and typed in his name. ADAM KINCAID. "There's like fifty people answering the same name." Kiara groaned. "Yeah," Shelly agreed, "There's one that's different though." She clicked on the profile a power bike was displayed as the profile picture.

Said ken as he looks at eiji who is still in the arms of mina. “Um.. sir..”mina wanted ken to know that she is also there. “right, what is your name?” asked ken to mina “Abe Mina, sir” “Satoshi Ken, just call me satoshi, until when will you be here then?” ken is aware that mina would be leaving as well. “Madam told me to stay here for a week after that I will be leaving young master eiji in your care.”