Kentarō Kyōtani Novels & Stories

I nodded gulping down some of my coffee “ Alright, she’s ready. Boss. This will work as long as she doesn’t slip up and get us caught” Ryan teases “ take in a deep breath Char, Ryan is just being an ass” Creed shrugged “ I know what I’m doing, guys don’t worry about me. Let’s just get this leaving part over with” I mumbled looking over to Alex. We’ve gotten closer making this harder than I thought it would be. “ Go get him, Charlotte, be ready to raise some hell” Alex nodded. telling me to throw a tantrum isn’t really asking much.

And a second later, Leon's head was lying on the table, he had passed out from drinking too much. Diana quickly raised Alpha Darren's hand in the air. Then Canis started clapping. “Congratulations Alpha Darren, you won! You will get a special prize from Leon!” Everyone clapped including Diana. Diana looked at Cartis, "good job. Thank you.”

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.

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.

a commanding voice rang out. The crowd parted, revealing Konta Yasuda, CEO of Yasuda Corporation, standing with a cold smile. Kiran raised an eyebrow, recognizing the man from the PowerHub Investment Group. Konta Yasuda, standing only 1.6 meters tall, was a thin man with sharp, cold eyes behind his glasses. Despite his stature, he exuded an imposing aura of authority. "Kiran, you may have defeated the Sunland Ninja Association before, but you will not leave Sunland alive this time."

"Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!" Lei Tianrui and the others jittered. They had done enough research to know more about their enemy. Yamamoto Kusakara was one of them. He was not on the top list of the powerhouses in Japan, but he had already reached the third level of Covert Power.

The man chuckles at my quick response and leans back into his seat. "Well, I can see why you wouldn't trust me...But I can tell you my name and guarantee your safe return to your fiancee by calling him right now if you want?" (This guy has had Kadachi's number this whole time!) I sigh. "Fine it's a deal." He chuckles and pulls his phone out but before he hits the call button he looks up at me. "Oh and by the way, My names Kaito Masumi." (Did he just say...Masumi...)

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

Apparently, he got the tea straight out the kettle. ‘“Girlllllllllllll, did you read the paper miss ma’am was caught red handed by the janitor fucking a client!” Laments Dexter Capri stares at him in confusion….. She said “what are you reporting now? No scratch that, who are you reporting now?” Dexter****

She had anticipated encountering a figure resembling a stereotypical tough guy—rough, scarred, clad in baggy clothes, perhaps with a backward-worn baseball cap. However, what she saw defied her expectations. Before her sat a tall, drop-dead gorgeous individual with mesmerizing light green eyes. His features were striking, boasting a firm chin, broad shoulders, and toned abs. Clad in dark fitted jeans and an equally dark short-sleeve shirt that revealed a tattoo of a butterfly, he exuded an aura of attractiveness that was undeniable. Boma couldn't help but notice the dark slip-ons adorning his feet, each aspect of his attire contributing to an overall impression of darkness. His expression wa