Kenjirou Minami Novels & Stories

I replied with a smile. " So you are" he asked with a smile. " Ā watashi no manā o mite. I am sorry. I am Haru Salvador. I am Miss Pierce's assistant and a designer" I smiled and shake my hands with both of them. "Oh. Hi Haru nice to meet you" Yoshi said to me "You know me. But still Iam Yoshiyuki Hatori and this my friend here is Zen Kirishima" he added. I looked towards him and forwarded my hand for a shake. The moment he took my hand to shake I could feel a tingling feeling rushing through my arms. The moment he touched me my heart skipped a beat. Unable to move, yet drawn forward by some invisible force, I didn’t know what to do. I don’t usually lose confidence in myself, having dealt wi

"My Lord, this is Inferno's internal matter. Prince Minami has become an Inferno Lord a few days ago, this situation must be reported to him." "If there is already Lord Inferno to deal with this matter, why did you come to me?" "Because... Lord Minami will be a little impulsive." "What?" I looked back at Minami. Impulsive... Yeah of course, Minami is an impulsive person. "Hey, Hyun Ki! I'll show you how to get rid of that monster!" Minami exclaimed. Then without thinking, he jumped and charged towards Geryon. He took out his soul spear and threw it at random.

“I told you that it was okay to wait in the car.” “No. It’s okay.” He gave her hand a good squeeze which I, unfortunately, could see. He then looked at me. “This person is…?” “He is Kuronomiya Kakeru. My colleague. He joined two years after me.” She introduced me, then held his hand firmly and turned to me. “This is Ashitaka Mamura. My boyfriend.” “Pleased to meet you.” I bowed in greeting. “Pleased to meet you too.” He returned a bow.

He cleared his throat, shifting on his feet. "Oh! Right," I said, quickly wiping my tears and turning to him. "Ichika, Ken, this is Ian Harrow. Ian, this is Ichika and Ken—their home has been my home for as long as I can remember." Ian smiled, stepping forward with the effortless charm he always carried. "It’s an absolute pleasure to finally meet you both. I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you," he said smoothly before his gaze turned to Ichika. "And may I just say, you look absolutely radiant, Dr Kirishima. I swear, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you must be Evalie’s big sister, not her grandmother. Please tell me your secret, so I can bottle it up and sell it." He complimente

Instead, the ache between her thighs demanded something far more primal. The wooden door to the private garden slid open. Kenji entered — a 6’10” Black Japanese security specialist with a powerfully built frame honed by years of elite training. His dark skin glistened under the moonlight as he approached the edge of the onsen. Aiko rose slowly from the water, droplets cascading down her curves. “No gentleness tonight,” she whispered, voice already trembling with anticipation.

He spit out and I laughed. “You will tell me what I want to know sooner or later.” I motioned for my man to go back to his torture. I would find her and kill Jensen. He thinks he can double-cross me, so he has to pay the price. A few hours later I walked back into the basement where I was keeping the man we had taken, I think his name was Jordan. I didn’t really care what his name was. All I cared about was breaking him so I could go and get what belonged to me. My man had done a real number on him already so I decided to see if he was ready to talk. I walked over to him, he was chained to the wall and looked like he was barely able to hold himself up. His face was covered in blood and he wa

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.

The charm of the widower with two children will never fade. Kenkyo did not miss this opportunity, she reached and shook the hand of the man she called 'Uncle Kumiz' before. Golden opportunity, Kenkyo thought. "My name is Hanasaki Kenkyo. Just call me 'Kenkyo' to be more familiar." Kim Jae chuckled at the aggressiveness of the girl next to him.

He turned to look at the maid, his eyes transmitting a message only known to them, but she understood his unsaid words in their entirety. (Don't tell me those boys...) - Those were her thoughts, he was scared that it was the truth. "Azazel, those males are they in the report?!" - He screamed at him. "Let me check." - He started to flip the remaining pages and soon found the one he was looking for. "The males are known as; Minamoto Reiji, Human. Age 22, Son of random high-class Human Mages, has Sacred Gear 'Perfect Warrior'." - He mentioned the first one.

The boardroom doors parted, revealing a table of polished obsidian and a man who owned the air in the room. Kenji Sato stood at the head, 6'1" of lethal grace wrapped in a midnight-blue bespoke suit that clung like a lover's promise. Porcelain skin stretched over high cheekbones, jet-black hair slicked back to reveal obsidian eyes that locked onto mine with unnerving precision. A thin scar sliced his left jaw, a whisper of violence. His mouth curved in a half-smirk as he extended his hand. I took it, expecting firmness. Instead, his grip lingered—warm, unyielding, thumb brushing my knuckle in a graze that sent unwelcome heat coiling up my arm.