Kei Ito Novels & Stories

Charlie gauged Yamamoto Kazuki’s ability and smiled, “Mister, why are you so confident that Ito Nanako will be the next champion?” Yamamoto Kazuki replied with a proud look on his face, “I’ve been in the martial arts industry for many years. My experience has far exceeded most common folks. In my professional opinion, Miss Ito is a genius. Plus, with my constant coaching and lecture, she will definitely win the championship!”

It was built on favors, debts, and the understanding that when one of them called, the other listened. Enzo owed him one. Kane intended to collect. He pressed the call button. The phone rang twice. "Shawn." Enzo's deep voice came through. "Enzo."

Yep, a hopeless romantic. Keito, on the other hand, was the quiet type, being 5'11. He doesn't talk much unless he thinks it's necessary and still believes in being a gentleman. But, secretly under his intimidating exterior is a total anime and manga lover and cosplayer. Everything in his room is anime related from his walls, bookshelf, computer, and even his bed and floor. The only thing missing is his ceiling. “Sorry about that, Takumi.” Keito apologized. “Nah, Tak-kun doesn't mind at all. Right?” Ichiya threw his arm around Takumi's shoulders.

She turned to look at Jesse. He smiled back at K. "You can have it," he wheedled, heading towards the mounted shelves on the brick wall to power on his Marshall speakers. He shuffle played his iPod on the dock, it played Walls by Kings of Leon. "Levi gave that to me." He muttered, walking to the kitchen to get some bottles of beer, and whatever was available to offer K. "Want some beer?"

"What the hell was that about? You guys didn't even let me thank him" "That was Igarashi Ryuho and he's bad news" Toshiro said. He was relieved that they got Aito away fast. If Aito remembered what Ryu did to him, then things were bound to go haywire. There were two options. Either Aito hates Ryu and avoids him like a plague, or Aito remembers how much he loved Ryu and won't be able to bear the thought of being without him. Toshiro prayed that if Aito did remember, what should follow should be the former. He didn't want to witness Aito being obsessed again. "You should stay away from that man. He's very dangerous" he said. Aito didn't agree. How could a man with such a nice voice be dangerou

These people were surrounding a man with a tiny mustache. The man seemed about twenty-four years old at most. He didn’t seem at all strong or muscular, but the look on his face showed that he thought of himself as invincible. Queenie swiftly flipped through her documents and whispered to Harvey, “That’s Taichi Ishikawa, one of the direct descendants of the family. He’s young, energetic, and has quite the powerful status. He’s in charge of this project’s collaboration.” “He was only playing pretend in front of Dante before. He took advantage of Dante, but he didn’t say a word about the deal’s progress.”

After that, I found out who was backing him—it was none other than Ito Hiro, the son of Kenji Ito, the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan. He was a spoiled brat in high school, only knowing how to mess around with women and drink. It wasn’t until Kenji Ito threatened him—saying he’d give away leadership of the Yamaguchi-gumi if he didn’t make something of himself—that he tried to prove his worth. So, encouraged by others, he made the foolish decision to come all the way to the States to make a move against me. He was an i.diot. He tried to kill me, so why would I spare him?

Ito's involvement in their lives. Mr. Ito’s voice carried an edge of warning as he shared his recent conversation with Inei Mizuki, who had expressed interest in a student from Class B. Mr. Ito’s concern was evident as he cautioned Akira about Mizuki’s reputation as a womanizer, advising her to remain cautious. Akira, reassured by her resolve, confidently assured Mr. Ito that she would not fall for Inei Mizuki. She maintained her composure and expressed a polite request to return home.

I murmured, “Is he an elemental?” “I know your secret, Ryu. You’re weak, unable to live without those skits you put in your drawer. I have destroyed every single one of them; what will you do knowing you wouldn’t be able to live long?” Kyle held a grin on his face. “My life doesn’t depend on someone like you. You’re a Gamma, and you need to know that you’re below me in the ranking.” “I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.”

Saturday. Ito Family Home, Kyoto, Japan. SAMUEL ITO COULD DO with a beer. Plain, unassuming-beer. But his half-brother Sota wouldn't have such low-brow drinks here. Too bad. It would make what came next that much more painful for Sota.