Kenji Utsumi Novels & Stories

His eyes darted to the doorway, and what he saw made him instantly regret ever being born. Standing in the doorway was none other than Kenichi Matsumoto—the finance minister from his previous life, the very same man who had humiliated him in countless board meetings with his snide, incessant boasting of numbers that went to three decimal places. Takuto's past life flashed before his eyes, remembering all the countless times Matsumoto’s voice echoed in his ears: “Three decimal places, Kimura. THREE! Keep up!” He shuddered.

I moved it to Alpha Kilhan’s plate, and just when I turned the spoon over, Betty slid her plate underneath, causing the skewers to fall on her plate. I raised my head to look at her, wondering why she did that. “Kilhan doesn’t eat seafood. He’s allergic.” She uttered with a smile. “He prefers salmon.” She added, putting some salmon on his plate. “Thank you, Betty.” He answered with a grin. I let out a feeble smile and sat down as I continued to eat my food in silence. ‘I really don’t know anything about him.’

“This is a famous, successful, and respectful Japanese architect, his name is Kengo Kuma, born sixty-seven years ago in Yokohama, Japan. He designed not only architecture in Japan, but in a lot of other countries too. He won plenty of awards for his projects.” I know this man, he is famous. I studied about him when I did research in my university time. However, although I’ve heard of him, in Jamie’s opinion, Henrietta might not have, hence I put up an astonished face and nod as I hear him. Finding me looking interested, Jamie continues to tell, “His masterpieces in Tokyo include the Toyama Kirari Glass Museum, Nezu Museum, Suntory Museum of Art, Zuisho-ji Temple, Asakusa Culture Tourist Info

Uche picked the first arrow and sauntered towards the line. His lips parted when he saw the glee in his wife's eyes. He was taller than most men in the camp and the muscles that streaked his body made his skin glow. Looking at him, Ejima could not stop thinking about the smooth feel of pottery. His hair was long too, and had been braided into two delicate strands, with their dark color, contrasting the cowries that dangled on them. It was an unfamiliar look, that one was strange. Ejima never liked Uche wearing long hair or beads. But seeing them on him made her...

I giggled at his stupidity as he walked past me and out to the car. “Well, I am glad to see that Dillion and you seem to get along because he is going to be staying with you in Rome.” I turned around and held my breath as I looked at Jensen standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off his abs and chest muscles perfectly. A pair of ripped black jeans with black converse high tops and a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was breathtaking and I could feel my lust for him rising more and more. I calmed myself and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aww. Are you jealous handsome?” His arms came around my waist and p

Kōjin (laughing so hard the volcano rumbles): “Welcome to the family, Himuari-Nakamura. Weird is the baseline.” He snaps his fingers and a table appears (low kotatsu, steaming bowls of kitsune udon the size of bathtubs, sake that tastes like sunrise). We eat under a sky that’s half open volcano, half Kyoto twilight. I steal his chopsticks just to watch him pout. Seras: “So… do I call you Dad? Kōjin-sama? Old man who smells like charcoal?” Kōjin (soft, ancient eyes warm): “You call me whatever feels like home.

Like the majority of people around us, Geni is showing her team spirit dressed in a tight fitting Mutiny jersey and matching baseball cap, long red hair pulled through the back in a low ponytail. "How come I didn't know you were such a huge soccer fan?" I ask, looking down at my plain red T-shirt. I'm lucky I found something in the team colors in my closet. "Because I'm not a super fan. I love coming to games, and I definitely keep up with all the single and available players," she says with a wink, "but I don't watch on TV or pay close attention to their schedule or anything. You know I hate shelling out money for tickets." She's right. She's a total cheapskate. "I'm always happy to come wh

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.

-Me) I hit the send button and got back to work. I put most of the stuff in my cabinet. I have snacks and other food in there to eat if I get hungry and can’t get out or the day gets too busy to order lunch. TING! (You are welcome, my little sprite. I was told ginger ale is good for nausea, so I put some in there. No offense, but I tried some, and that shit is terrible, but if it helps you, then it is ok.-Kaden)

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!