Kato Baki Novels & Stories

The soft flavor of mint swept across her tongue as she lifted up on her toes and enjoyed the soft wetness of his lips. “Becca?” The voice behind her was the same voice she’d heard on the phone yesterday, and it was as familiar now as it had been sixteen years ago when he’d ripped her heart out. Kade.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

The grand hall is the highest point in the whole of Boki's temple and believed to be built in the middle. It stood tall on layers of bricks and stones over twenty metres off the ground. It was mostly used for training sessions. I was sure no one would be in it taking the steps two are a time I hurry to the spacious hall the doors were open wide, empty like I expected. Looking through the wooden windows I spot pa's silver robe, he was heading towards the forest he suddenly stops scanning his environment certained no one followed him he vanished

I say as I race to catch up to Brooke. “Bye, Mom! We’ll be back soon!” Cyrene says. “Don’t go too far, Iniko. You’re getting close to your first shift,” she calls out. “We’re just going to the mountain,” I call back. “Go, Kiko, go!” Cyrene says, encouraging me to catch up to Brooke. I love that Cyrene is nine years old and still calls me Kiko. She’s the only one who does. It’s just like she still calls Cal Calgon. No one cares to correct her because she’s Cyrene.

If only that distance could be folded, crushed into nothing. Because what she truly longed for that day—Wasn’t just Indonesian flavor. It was togetherness. The kind you can’t send through a screen. *** Sometimes, Heri would send her pictures of his cat—a sleepy-faced ginger cat with short fur and a perpetually drowsy expression. “SO CUTE!!! TOO CUTE!!! >.<” Sakura said cheerfully and then continued. “Send me more tomorrow, okay? I want to see nyan nyan every day!”

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.

In merely 20 minutes we all three finished our morning meal… and our previously cleaned floor was now covered with leaf all around… “My lord… this meal was so delicious… I would like to learn to prepare it Boris” I excitedly told Boris… “It is quite simple Madame…. I will teach you… the only thing that you need most for preparing Bekatapon is fresh cutler fish….” Boris replied with warm smile “Cutler fish? Where can we buy it?” I questioned Boris who quickly dogged his eyes in between me and Draco “Ahhh… Madame… we don’t have market in Nakota… all villagers catches their own fish” Boris replied

Ben informed the receptionist who nodded then picked a line and spoke something in Japanese. "They will direct you." She said as she pointed towards the two waitress who dressed in Kimonos. They bowed as a sign of respect and greeting and lead to a room. They opened the door for him as he stepped in and they closed the door behind him. Ben was surprised to see Satanika who was dressed in a black Kimono with beautiful prints of gold fishes and her hair falling behind her back. He slowly walked up to the table and sat down opposite her who was eating her meal.