Ki Hisako Novels & Stories

Visitors to the Sydney Aquarium leisurely flow around them, busy contemplating marine predators. - Not at all! Let's ask that Japanese with a camera over there, if you don't believe me. Mister, hello… tell me, is the girl beautiful? The Japanese smiles, nods, listens attentively: - Canesna, kasavita! Both are tart! And he takes a picture - Louis and Keith hugging against the background of a blue glass tunnel and fish floating in the water column. “Foul play,” Kitsune snorts. He is from Japan and I have big eyes and red hair. Of course, for him it is already beautiful. Wow! Look, look over there, what a fish!

He butted in, letting out a frown. I became speechless and stared at him unbelievably. ‘Is he really going to let me do that?’ I thought while we stared at each other. “I’m waiting.” He responded, folding his arms on his chest. “Right now?!” “Right now. I want to hear you say it.” “Oh gracious moon, I think I hate him,” Kiara muttered. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Arching an eyebrow, I tried to read the words that sprouted out of her mouth. “Mind repeating once again?” I said, taking off the earphones. “I said, did your friends fucking ditch you for being the hungry slut you are?” She almost yelled, grabbing the attention of the crowd surrounding us. Massaging my right ear, I looked at her in confusion. “Kassie, once more, I cant seem to hear you.” “Its Kate.” She gritted out. “Look Kimberley, I’m not interested in your blabbering, leave.” I said, nonchalantly.

LuvNHugs “I lean into your kiss, my body melting into yours, I love the contrast of your strong arm around me, and the gentle touch of your fingers on my cheek. My fingers find themselves around your neck and up into your hair, curling and grabbing as I moan softly into our kiss. " Y0urM1n3 “I echo your moan and growl deeply as I move my kisses to your neck, my hands moving to pull up at your dress, as the cold water laps at our feet I ache for the heat of your skin. I pull your dress over your head and toss it onto the nearby picnic blanket. You must feel my hard cock against you as I pull you close again, my hands massaging your wonderful ass cheeks as I lean down to kiss and suck on your

She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest. Agawa- From Iceland and a college student, his ash blonde hair is natural. He plays bass, doesn't like listening to those he doesn't respect. Only respects people who have decent skill in music. Is popular among the ladies and has a fan club. Hagihara- A bald and tall young man who wears tinted glasses, is he a fan of Satoshi or he simply just shy? He tends to wear all black and his deep voice can unnerve many but unlike his appearance, he's actually a kind fellow and is often cleaning up Akemi's messes and misunderstandings. A mediator.

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.

I looked at Alec before I asked Bo, "What is your assistant's name?" Bo chuckled and said, "Be nice to Alec. He is type A personality. I left him behind to take care of you until I got back home. Have you eaten?" I looked over to the table and said, "I am about to eat right now. When will you be back?" Bo hesitated but then he said, "I will try to get back as soon as I can. There are a few things that I must attend to. Will you be okay there with Alec?" I looked back at Alec before he rolled his eyes and went back to the kitchen.

Alright, so onto the next part. I was seriously injured, but IW has headquarters in different regions. I immediately got to one of the HQ in Japan. That's where I met Akushi Hiroshi, the doctor of HQ in japan. I was admitted for a week. Although seeing a wound like mine is not new to him, I couldn't help myself but ask. While I was recovering, he invited me for tea. That is also the time when I finally decided to ask him, “What is Shiku Itikito?"

He sighed, before taking a hold on my arms. He turned me to him, so that I was standing right in front of him, I let my eyes stayed at his chest. "Noor. Yar— I-I mean kiu? Hua Kiya?" He asked defeated, his voice held exasperation (Dear. Why? What happened?) I shrugged. "Apko saaf pata hai Kia hua." I seethed. Moving away from his hold. (You know exactly what happened) Oops. I just spoke to him