Kenjirou Minami Novels & Stories

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.

Cold, precise, and ruthlessly successful, he was a man who took exactly what he wanted. He had chosen her the moment he saw her at dinner. Aiko Nakamura, 29, a brilliant art curator from Kyoto. Graceful and poised, with porcelain skin, long silky black hair, and a lithe yet curvaceous body that her simple white yukata barely concealed. Her dark eyes held quiet intelligence and a hidden hunger. Kenji approached her with calm authority. “The onsen is completely private tonight,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “No one will disturb us. Come. I want to see how long you can last before you break.”

But not enough. “From what?” she challenges. “Rich men in suits?” Christ. I let out a slow breath, trying to hold onto the last thread of control I have left. “You danced with Kenji Takahashi,” I say finally. She blinks. The name still means nothing to her. Of course it doesn’t. “He’s the head of one of the most powerful Yakuza factions in the world,” I continue. “He doesn’t attend events like this for entertainment. He doesn’t approach women out of curiosity.”

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

if I can recall his name is Seisaju he's one of the forth Strongest Kiyosaku. Seisaju : Well Shinjuku we're here. Shinjuku : Yessss Now let the games begin. S1 E10 "Life or Death"

"How dare a woman show disrespect to our Hanaki family? I'll show you how strong the men of our Hanaki family are." The speaker was Hanaki Naoki, a three-star top-grade ninja, behind Hanaki Inuichiro. He had learned about the Yagyuu family before, and found that under Yagyuu Shinji, Yagyuu Yukime was the strongest one in the Yagyuu family. But she was just a three-star top-grade ninja, and had not become a heavenly ninja.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

The old man certainly knew very well that Jeremy was a martial arts expert, as well as a sniper. In the Mose family, Jeremy has always excelled, when it comes to karate. Don Lee and Debara agreed. Sooner or later, he would definitely be found out. But before that happens, he plans to move out of the country, after he has accumulated a lot of money. Jeremy started looking at some work proposals. His eyes fell, on the file, which read Tones. "Debara, does our company, cooperate with Tones enterprise?" "Proposal of cooperation, young master, the person in charge is lord Khan." "reject!"

“Unlike others, I’ve never really believed that you were dead, Kitagawa. In my line, you can never be too certain of an individual’s death.” Ryuou narrowed his eyes slightly at Kenji. His words from earlier…there was an underlying meaning to it. “So you knew that I was still alive, did you, Ani[2]?” “Don’t call me that.” Kenji hissed, sounding like an angry snake. “You’ve lost your right to call me that a long time ago.” He glared at Ryuou with a look that is enough to send any sane person running as fast as they could in the opposite direction. But unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how one tends to look at it, Ryuou Kitagawa isn’t just anyone. “You are no brother of mine, Kami!”

But it’s probably the wind which is causing his eyes to water. “W-what’s your name?” “Eren!” Eren says cheerfully and does a happy dance. The eyes of the man strangely widen a little. He begins to smile happily, indent dimples popping out. I look at him in awe, his smile and his dimples make me remember that of Eren's.