Kei Ito 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.

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?"

Walking out through the back door the car already waiting for him with another person standing right beside it. With his back at Takeshi who was walking towards the car in the garage. Making the guy open the front passenger seat as Takeshi gets inside the car. Wearing black tux and pants along with the black airports and sliver earing on his ear with that small mic on his tux. The familiar face turns towards Takeshi with a smile over his face closing the door right behind him. Walking towards the driver seat getting inside side. The same guy Ito Hiroto who was working with Koishi in the fast-food turns rearview at his face with a smile over his face.

"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

He’s the guy in the red suit over there,” Mutoh explained. As Mutoh continued, he pointed to a young man in his mid-twenties dressed in a red suit who was not far away. “His name is Keiichi,” he said. “One of the core members of the Toymoto Group, which is a huge industry in Japan.” “The Toymoto Group?” Tyr’s heart skipped a beat when he heard this name. He vaguely remembered interacting with the Toymoto Group during his previous visit to Japan. The Toymoto Group and Regal Palace used to work together on large-scale projects.

No, Lou could not hit Kit out of jealousy and drown her in the Thames, because he knows perfectly well where she is, with whom and what she is doing. What's her name, Keith? Full name, surname, age, special signs. - Kit, Kitsune - this is a nickname ... - Tom gave her real name, described her appearance, then realized - there is a photo, as much as you like. And on his phone, and just on the network. The sergeant chuckled meaningfully, looking at her image, and asked: — Drugs? - Not! - Tom felt that he was about to break loose and destroy half the site here. What fucking drugs? She doesn't even smoke! Two cocktails for the whole evening!

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.”

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