Kenjirou Minami Novels & Stories

I had planned to watch the intervention from upstairs. I was still wearing Mariano's shirt, watching as Jace Ivankshov and Mariano conversed in a language that definitely wasn't Italian. Emilio leaned against a wall, looking bored out of his mind. Jace Ivankshov didn't look like a mafioso at all. He was wearing a dark blue collared shirt with a minions pattern on it, light wash jeans, and yellow, yes, yellow, sneakers.

He's one of the most strongest people he has ever fought. Kazuha is visibly shocked at the display of power. In Japan, there is one Sen with a famous reputation that matches his description. As a powerful Sen herself, she has met other chi users, some of which are her teachers. There was one chi user in her generation who surpassed everyone without a teacher and the only one in Japan whom she hadn’t met. She has been curious of him since the junior tournaments. Even though Kazuha won the tournaments, she believe he is the real winner. He just doesn't want to make an appearance outside of the preliminary rounds. He was known as The Wanderer and one of the Four Seasons of Japan.

’ I thought to myself, letting out a feeble smile. There was a knock on my door which interrupted my moment, causing me to drop the paper on the table again. “What?” “Alpha Kilhan, a man named Jarius is here to see you.” One of my bodyguards announced from outside the door. “Let him in.” I responded eagerly, moving from behind my desk to the sofas in my office. The door opened and Jarius walked in with a large brown envelope in his hand. “Alpha Kilhan.” He greeted me as we both shook hands.

He hated seeing people suffer, and sometimes his worry was almost suffocating, but it always came from a good place. Rayle stepped aside, and Kenji entered first. He was tall for an omega, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit despite it being a casual visit. His sharp features looked more serious than usual, his dark eyes locking onto me immediately. Behind him, Mitsuki followed—smaller in stature, with gentle brown eyes and messy, honey-blonde hair. He wore a cozy sweater and jeans, looking exactly as I remembered him: warm, soft, and approachable. “Haru.” Kenji’s voice broke through the silence like a blade. “What happened?”

The shock from whatever was still evident on his face. “Hmm,” my head nodded. “Where did you copy this from?” “Copy?” My finger scratched the back of my head as I stared at him. How did he easily find out it was copied? It took Daisy hours snuffing the internet just for this. And when she finally saw this perfect one, she had to duplicate two for us. “What’s your name?” The CEO interrupted my thoughts. “Eira Rowan.” “And you?” His eyes darted in the direction of Daisy.

A pass that promised ten private minutes with the man who had single-handedly kept my fragile heart beating through every heartbreak, every lonely night, every time I felt invisible in a world that never seemed to notice me. Kang Min-jae. The main vocalist. The ultimate visual. The god-like figure whose velvet voice had wrapped around my soul like a warm blanket on the coldest nights. In my mind, he was perfection incarnate — gentle yet powerful, talented beyond measure, distant like a shining star I could admire but never, ever touch. His performances had pulled me from the brink more times than I could count. His lyrics had spoken to the deepest parts of me when no one else could. He was m

The light from the decorative bulbs hanging above, shone brightly, emphasizing Jeremy's unbridled Male beauty. Dressed in a comfortable fashion, coupled with unique hair dye, Jeremy was unlike any other gorgeous man Jun has seen. "I am Jun Fukajima, Roy's colleague and a friend in times of need." Jun introduced himself to the unsettled Jeremy―grinning-with viewable sharp canines. Jeremy felt that this Jun guy emitted elder brother aura―and so composed himself from the skittishness. "Jeremy Dahl. Nice to meet you." "Dahl? You don't have a cousin or something in Amaryllis do you?" Jun set the serving plate on the counter, sprawled his arms and supported himself against the counter.

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.

I slightly pulled one of my bag's straps, feeling out of place. "Jamie," I heard someone call and looked up to face Higan. He wore a white shirt that was tucked into navy blue pants. His hair was in its usual dark mess and he had on a charming smile. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was a little busy when I saw your text." "It's about time," I said with a small smile. "I almost felt like I would be kicked out if I stood here for too long." "You should have taken a seat."

She just hadn’t realized that power based on wealth was so systematic. “And Kenji is currently the Sandaime of Kuryugumi. The head of the third generation of Kuryugumi.” Ryu mentioned this to give Kyoko an idea of Kenji’s power. Kenji's wealth and influence were immense. It seemed appealing but also dangerous. “Has he been Sandaime for long? The prime minister chosen four years ago was terrible. His policies made no sense,” Kyoko criticized. Ryu burst into laughter again, her response utterly refreshing because it was so unexpected.