Kenjirou Minami Novels & Stories

"Sure. I'm the black Range Rover." All I can think of is her sexy little jean shorts, her smile, and her spunky attitude. This is gonna be fun.

Kier said lazily. The man immediately stood. A polite smile appeared on his face. "CEO Guzman," he greeted in slightly awkward English. "I have long heard about Imperial Raw Stone. Your gemstones are truly premium and high quality." Kier chuckled. "Flattery this early?" He gestured toward the chairs. "Sit." Both men took their seats. The visitor straightened slightly. "My name is Kenji Takahara," he said. "President of Hoshika Jewelry." Kier raised a brow slightly.

“Thank you so much! I will forever be in your debt. I apologized for not asking this sooner but could you please tell me your name?” His eyes gleamed when he smiled. “I am Kenneth Jimenez, but because we are allies now, I will allow you to call me Kenji for short. Welcome aboard, Duncan.”

She had somehow managed to disappear into his closet and emerge wearing one of his white shirts. It reached halfway down her thighs. Her dried hair was pushed over one shoulder. Kane stopped. Mona glanced at him. Her eyes immediately brightened. "I'll call you later. Bye." She ended the call. Kane folded his arms. She pointed toward the kitchen. "Adam made ramen." Kane glanced over. Two bowls sat on the counter, steam curling into the air. Adam had added soft-boiled eggs, green onions, mushrooms, and slices of meat.

I was waiting in the lobby after the personnel told me they would get the order for Kenji Miyoshi when I felt another presence behind me. "Kasumi Azai, the miracle of the Azai Clan." This made me stiffen as I looked behind me, where I heard a masculine voice. Only to see Minato Ikeda, the clan leader of the Ikeda Clan, who was the same age as Kenji. "You..." I smiled bitterly, never wasting an opportunity to show how I did not want to see this person. I had known him several times when I was young, and it was because of... "Fancy meeting my supposed-to-be fiancee." Minato bowed exaggeratedly, still having those mesmerizing brown eyes. "I did not expect to meet you in this town."

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

"Who are you?" The question only left Ejima turning to the right and satisfaction welled in her stomach when she saw the owner of the voice hiding behind a huge tree. He still wore his hair in a braid and had tied them back to form a ponytail cascade. Even from the distance, Ejima could see the rich brown eyes and the gigantic features. He wasn't wearing those silly cowries, thank the gods, but his looks were...well. Ejima shrugged. "You look beautiful." That was an awkward thing to say and Ejima regretted saying them as the man walked out of his hiding place. Contempt and disdain marked his poise and expression.