Kenji Sato Novels & Stories

The man beside Emiko eyed Jonas closely, scanning him up and down. "So, this is the future husband Emiko was talking about?" the man asked. "Doctor Jonas?" "Ah, let me introduce you to Doctor Jonas," Kano said proudly. He pointed to the man. "This is my son, the director of an international real estate company. Kaji Satoru." Kaji extended his hand, and out of politeness, Jonas reluctantly shook it. Kaji held Jonas's hand tightly before releasing it. He smiled awkwardly at Jonas. "Don't tease my future husband, Kaji," Emiko said cheerfully. "He's very handsome, but he's mine."

Kenji was less than two feet away, complaining about the spice level of his eggs, while the man he was gossiping about was making his move in front of him. I tried to pull away, but Neven’s foot followed, his heavy pressure pinning my leg against the wooden support of the table. I felt a flush of heat spread across my chest. I looked down at my ramen, my vision tunneling. "Mr. Sato," a deep, smooth voice rumbled from behind me. Kenji nearly jumped out of his skin. I forced myself to turn around, making sure to keep a neutral expression. "Professor Karlsson. I didn't expect to see you here."

"He has the streets!" "He has a graveyard. And by dawn, the Feds will have your hard drives." Kenji turned to his assistant, Sato, who appeared through the smoke like a ghost. "The east lobby is gone," Sato reported. He held a briefcase like a relic. "SWAT is tagging guests. But the kitchen exit is clear." "Call Tokyo." Sato handed him a satellite phone. It felt heavy and final. "Takahashi," Kenji said into the receiver. "The Nova City portfolio is toxic. Burn it."

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

Satanika went to the counter and took a loaf of bread and ingredients to make a sandwich. "Lady Satanika please let me do that." Juliet requested as she came close to collect the bread but Satanika held a finger up to her face. "Are you telling me what to do?" She asked with a stern face. "N-no but Master Theo.." She replied but was immediately interrupted by Satanika. "Pays you to take care of me and obey me but it seems you disagree. Do you have a problem with that?" She asked making Juliet to keep quiet and shake her head.

I looked at the screen. Unknown Number. I narrowed my eyes. Normally, I wouldn’t bother. But something made me pause. I picked it up, thumb hovering for a second before I accepted the call. “Shane Blackwood.” “Ah, Mr. Blackwood,” a deep male voice replied, tinged with a polished Asian accent. “I apologize for the intrusion. I’m sure you weren’t expecting my call. My name is Kenjiro Nakamura. I’m the CEO of Zenith Edge Communications, based in Singapore.”

I question him after he quickly answers the phone. [Hello Miss Unice, everything is fine, you have a meeting with Mr. Daffe tomorrow, he said you have a new project collaboration,] Max explained that I put it on the loudspeaker and removed my shoes. "Do you know who that person I'm going to collaborate with is, and did you get any information about him?" I inquire of Max. [His name is Kenji Masamoto, Japanese, but he speaks English.] I was surprised to learn that the next person I will work with is Japanese.

Visitors to the Sydney Aquarium leisurely flow around them, busy contemplating marine predators. - Not at all! Let's ask that Japanese with a camera over there, if you don't believe me. Mister, hello… tell me, is the girl beautiful? The Japanese smiles, nods, listens attentively: - Canesna, kasavita! Both are tart! And he takes a picture - Louis and Keith hugging against the background of a blue glass tunnel and fish floating in the water column. “Foul play,” Kitsune snorts. He is from Japan and I have big eyes and red hair. Of course, for him it is already beautiful. Wow! Look, look over there, what a fish!

Indeed, the young pair looked picture perfect together in the garden as spring began to stir into life: Kenji in formal black trousers, blue shirt, and topped off with a black jacket that fit his body perfectly, Haruka in her pale-blue and yellow kimono. Kenji, a year older than Haruka at twenty years of age, was a handsome young man with black hair and dark-brown eyes. As the eldest son of the Suzuki family, and heir to the family line and vast wealth, he carried himself with dignity and pride. He was a perfectionist and a hard worker, and he expected the same from his future bride.

The Lorraine I know has a unique wheezing laugh. "Don't mind her." The bald man, I'm pretty sure he's the bassist/cellist/drummer Satoshi from Blacklist! he glanced at the form I had submitted online perhaps to confirm my claim. "Fukuda Kagami-san, correct?" "Yes, sir." I heard one of the contestants gasp. "That's-" "Ahem!" A chic man with silky long black hair, Renjiro, a bassist/screamer from the former heavy metal band, Ainz glanced in the contestants' direction.