Ken Carson Kawaii Novels & Stories

K•E•L•S•I:::: I used all my will power to focus my attention on the teacher as i overheard soft mumurs from every corner. "Ah! There you are, can you please tell me and the class your name? He encouraged. "My name is Kelsi Itohan" I tried to be audible as I could. "I'm a new student here" my voice slightly shaking. He nodded "Welcome, Kelsi the teacher replied with a smile that soothe my feeling.

But in front of him, she was as cold as if she had no emotions. "Young Master, I'll inform the other party right away." Kian did not dare to stay any longer, afraid that the Young Master would vent his anger on him. Just as Kian opened the door to go out, he met a familiar figure. "My dear Second Young Master, you're back!" It's Carson, he was dressed very low-key, if not for the fact that they directly clashed with each other, no one would be able to recognize him, the Big Star was just different, the reason why he was able to wear such tight and conservative clothes.

Another eerie sense of déjà vu filled her. “Royal!” Kara exclaimed excitedly as she rounded the corner. “I didn’t know you were coming but you’re right on time. Tell Keshaun there is nowhere better to shop in the world for Christmas than New York.” He laughed, “Kara, I do my shopping online.” “See?” Keshaun waved at him and passed his wife to embrace his friend in a tight hug and to plant a noisy kiss on the little girl’s head. “Uncle Keshaun! Your lips are sticky,” she protested his kiss.

Shelly exclaimed and let her go stepping back looking sheepishly, "I'm sorry." Kiara smirked, "well when you put it like that maybe I'll add a few things. It'd be fun if you guys make out in those historical cave." "Not a bad idea," Ace mused with a twinkle in his eyes. Shelly looked ready to bolt as she stared at the both of them trying to look angry but failing miserably as a ghost of smile flicked on her lips. "You guys have fun, today's the first day here and I'm gonna make the most of it by making an Hawaii breed of the opposite sex my slave." Kiara waved them goodbye and strutted alone.

"Oh, my dear!" Karen exclaimed as she entered her room after the hairdresser came out. "You're so beautiful, I could Cry. Oh, please don't break my cousin's heart, Candy." She didn't know if she would laugh at the irony of what she said. "Your cousin has no heart, Karen." instead she says. She waved her hand and pulled the tissue paper out of the box and gently touched the corner of her lips. "There's more lipstick," she whispered before staring at her. "Don't worry about Kenneth's attitude, Candy. It's only an armor, a protective shell."

I sat next to Karen and she nudged me to the side. “What’s up?” She asked with a wink. “Are you trying to get it down with your son-in-law?” “Keep quiet!” I shushed her up. She giggled in response. “How far are we from the dark storm pack, Carl?” Carl looked up from his plate. He had a full mouth and kept chewing holding her gaze. It’s almost as if he isn’t there. I can sense some kind of likeness coming from him to her. My wolf howled in excitement. Teasing Karen just got easy. Who knew she would be so quick to get an admirer?

“Camille has fairies?” “Can I borrow this? I’ll bring her back in the morning.” “She will come back?” “Yes. If not, I will get you two new ones.” “Make it three and it’s a deal.” The following morning, Karan walked into a fairy lesbian orgy on her desk. Ken and GI Joe sat with their friends in a circle around the fairies. Each one had a beer in one hand and the other hand in their pants. Among all the dolls and figurines, her original fairy was not to be found.

“So you didn’t know that KC is Kaven?” Anwen shook her head slowly. Trish then reminded Anwen that he had told her about Kaven Carolus, who had hair like the morning sun and blue eyes like sapphire. “Didn’t I tell you that Kaven was the man you met in the salad stall? All the more, he is great and popular with the girls.” “I don’t care.” Anwen looked straight at the front. In her head, she remembered Kaven’s face. ‘Aaaagh, shit! How could I not realize that he is Kaven?!'

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

Kian has never called me by my last name before. “Well, thank you, Mr. Karson,” I tuck my hair behind my ear, my heart racing. He’s looking at me, and my cheeks burn. The day unfolds differently than I expected. Kian made a lot of hamburgers and fresh lemonade for lunch, following a recipe he found online. I ended up eating one. It was delicious. Now, I’m watching him ride a jet ski. He seems to be having a blast, occasionally coming too close to the deck and splashing me.