Kenjirou Minami Romane & Geschichten

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

The girl with blond hair said cheerfully. "Fukumi Misaki." The other girl said. "My name is Kadonaga Masanori." The undercut haired boy said. "Ryu Kouki." The shortest person among the six says. "Okazaki Hiro," The last person says uninterested. Unlike the other kids in Shenmi, these guys do not possess the unique characteristics they have. Cai Kang turned to Kazuha. "How many more friends will you introduce me to?" He said. She shrugged. "You might not be able to meet the rest. We are just former classmates after all." She noted.

’ 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.

“But you’re still Haru. And Haru needs time to breathe.” Their words touched me more than I expected. I hadn’t realized how much I needed this—the laughter, the teasing, the love. As we ordered drinks and snacks, the conversation quickly shifted to updates on everyone’s lives. “So,” Kenji began, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Tell us about life with the famous Jiro Fujibayashi. Is he as perfect as he looks, or does he leave his socks everywhere?” I chuckled, shaking my head. “He’s pretty great, actually. He’s stepped up in ways I never imagined. But yes, he does leave his socks in the weirdest places sometimes.”

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.

said Mihi moving towards Jaemin angrily but Min Jun stopped. “Why are you wasting your time on this one, sweet cousin? He just got rejected in the worst way possible! Don’t you know his introduction? Name, Lee Jaemin; specialization ‘betraying’!! I knew Lily will never give you an inch of your attention! But that was harsh!” said Min Jun laughing hysterically which made Jaemin even more furious than he already is.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

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.