Kazuma Face Novels & Stories

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.

Jesse kept mum, his lips pressed into a thin line as he thought and contemplated hard. "What if she shows up on you again? Are you like- still going to see her?" She pried, asking him an honest question. The real question. He looked up at Charlie, having struck a realization. K was karma, K was danger, K was seduction personified. He was willing to risk it all.

He found my face in the dark woods. He swallowed hard. His throat clicked. "Medora," Kaz rasped. His voice sounded like broken glass. "I'm here," I whispered. I stroked his hot cheek. "I've got you. We are going home." Kaz let out a shaky breath. He tried to sit up straighter. Kenzo kept a firm grip on his arms, but he loosened the pressure. Kaz looked at me with a fierce, stubborn pride. Even burning alive from a synthetic poison, he wanted to report his victory.