Novel & Cerita Kentarō Kyōtani

He asked with a heavy accent. "Sure." I said and he sat next to me. "I'm Kelvin and you?"he asks giving me those sluty look actually making want to shoot him Immediately but I let myself cool before I reply him. "Mia"I lied. "Nice name"he continued. "Every guy says that" "Wanna dance?" "No, I'm not interested"I replied not taking my eye off my target. "Who is that guy over there"I use the opportunity to get more information about Rainal O'Brien.

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

“Let’s end this.” A pearly transparent hand gently steadied Yuri’s shaking left hand, stopping the shaking completely. Kenji Kirisawa smiled and winked at Yuri. “You’ve already learnt all that I could teach you, Yuri. You’ve already long surpassed me,” said Kenji solemnly. He then smiled and tilted Yuri’s hand holding Odium slightly towards the right, aiming the gun at the forehead of Ryuou Kitagawa as he stared at Yuri with wide eyes, looking slightly afraid for some reason. “The way that the Phantoms of Hati handle things… Let’s show him how it is done!” Kenji smiled before he removed his hand from Yuri’s left hand. “Now Yuri. Fire.”

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

He turn to Carlos who nodded for him to start. " Uh ... Actually... First of all we would like to welcome you. We appreciate you for coming and ... Uh " " Go straight to the point " Maximo cut in curtly. He pulled his cigarettes from his lips and secure it between his two fingers. " Time isn't by anyone's side " " We need your help " Santana suddenly said. He couldn't keep on with the thought of what would happen if any delay occurs anymore " it's about Konstantin Dmitri " Upon hearing that name Maximo stop smoking. He put his cigarettes out and placed it in the receptacle container.

He offered. Nodding my head, I gave him a confirmation. The bartender served my glass. “My father wants to make peace,” Anthony blurted out. “Fucking bastard,” my shoulders jerked as I chuckle hard into my fist. This was the funniest joke of the century. My laughter faded into a scowl. “Why now?” “Because the game doesn't taste sweet anymore.” “Interesting. So the old man of yours wants to make peace after piercing so many bullets into me?”

Is his simple reply. I raise my head to glare at me, but the height difference puts me at a great disadvantage. Santino is a very tall man, standing at 6'5. He pushes me away from him with a very disgusted look on his face like he touched the most filthy thing in his life. This is the most expression he has ever shown me. “ The next time you try something like that, I won't be so forgiving.”

He even took out a cigarette, lit it up, and took a deep huff to increase his mental focus as his expression darkened. Harvey quickly walked over to the front and narrowed his eyes. Then, he saw a swarm of helicopters flying in mid-air in a tight formation. Harvey looked at the flag on the helicopters with a smirk and gave Kenta a glance. "This is your so-called guarantee?" Kenta's expression also darkened as he looked in front in disbelief. After a while, he finally spoke in a shaky voice, "Forget about the helicopters, focus on that man in the helicopter! That's Yamamoto Isoroku, not only is he the royal doctor of the ruling Royal Family, he's also an onmyoji from the Way of Wood. But most

K's getting hit on again by another guy. You've gotta be shitting me.

That scar… god that intriguing scar that stretched from the top of his left lip down to his jaw only added to his charm in a strange unsettling way. The man sitting opposite him was leaner with a black fade haircut, ink creeping up his neck and knuckles. Kenji Sato — the Japanese yakuza leader that based in the heart of the country —Tokyo city. Alina recognized the sly man instantly. “Who's that with the Don?” Mira whispered to Alina. “Quiet.” She murmured back. Antonio's smooth voice spoke out. “What makes you think this Alliance you're proposing will benefit me?”