Kissed By The Baddest Bidder Eisuke Novels & Stories

With only smell, he can tell what someone put in any drink or any food. Ishida Kazumi – The wife of Masayuki who worked as a model in her youth. Ishida Yoshiro – The extremely capable son of Masayuki and Kazumi. He is the front-runner to become the new supreme Boss.

she says, tears of joy filling her eyes. He reaches up, cupping her face in his hands, setting off multiple sparks of their bond as he presses his forehead against hers. “I never dared to hope I’d be blessed with an animai…yet here you are,” he says reverently. Eisa’s jaw drops as she hears his very appealing Italian accent. She gulps and graces him with a smile, not at all deterred by the razor-sharp teeth in his mouth – nor should she be – as she offers him her hand. “My name is Eisa,” she says flirtatiously.

I get back my glance at him, but he keeps starring at me. After he finishes introducing himself, the second guy with pretty bright fair skin moves forward and bows at us. "Kon'nichiwa, I'm Takeshi, a half Japanese and Filipino. I'm an editor here as well. Nice to meet you." Oh, that's why he got that skin. He is Japanese. While he introduces himself, I observe him from top to bottom. He is the most stylish guy among the four. I'm slightly fangirling right now as he shows his talent. He knows how to sing, and his voice is very angelic. "Woah!" I am amazed by his singing and the ladies like it as well. After he performs, he looks at me and winks as I notice him slightly bite his lips. I hold m

Tee studied him carefully for a few seconds before pulling one of Pat’s contact cards from the cardholder. He handed it over. He pulled out a sleek cardholder, and removed one of Pat's contact card. Tee studied him carefully for a few quiet seconds before finally pulling out the card and handing it over. Pat Thanawat. Event Planner. Phone number neatly printed beneath. Yut accepted it slowly. “If you’re planning to play games with him,” Tee said quietly, his tone suddenly serious, “don’t bother.” Yut looked down at the card once before slipping it into his pocket.

The kiss is deep, passionate—sudden enough to catch her completely off guard. Her breath hitches against his lips; her hands come up instinctively, one gripping the front of his hoodie, the other finding his wrist like an anchor. Inside the house, through the kitchen window, Keiko freezes mid-wipe of a plate. Takeshi glances over her shoulder, eyebrows lifting, then a slow, knowing smile spreads across his face. Keiko whispers, amused: **Keiko:** “Well… that’s one way to say goodbye.” Takeshi chuckles softly.

The female host on stage looked excited as she saw the bidding war unfold. Alessia's expression remained unchanged as she slowly raised her bidding card once again. As soon as she did, Sisca's bidding card went up as well. Alessia sneered inwardly. She was not foolish; she quickly sensed Sisca's hostility towards her. She didn't want to deal with someone irrelevant, but if someone insisted on butting heads with her, she wouldn't mind giving them a lesson. Alessia raised her bidding card once more, her voice cold and direct as she called out, "Nine million."

Elsie settled back into her seat, feeling content and excited for their plans that lay ahead. At one point on the trip, Elsie broke the blissful silence with a question. She had been seeing it floating around TikTok. Swatting her face to him, she asked, "Would you rather kiss the most beautiful girl in the world for one million bucks or kiss me?" "Huh?" "Would you rather kiss the most beautiful girl in the world for one million bucks or kiss me?" "The most beautiful girl in the world." "You mean me, right?" She asked in a coquettish tone, fluttering her lashes cutely.

Which meant this would not end the way Sakamura imagined. The bidding was discreet. No raised paddles. No numbers spoken aloud. Offers transmitted through secure channels, verified instantly. Sakamura stood behind the glass, hands clasped, watching figures rise on a screen only he could see. Evelyn was acutely aware of time stretching, thinning, becoming elastic. One of the men withdrew early. Too cautious. Another stayed longer, his interest sharpening as the price climbed. The third never spoke — but never looked away. Sakamura noticed.

It made me whimper with pleasure. “It's not ego if it's true.” I had no comeback for that. As far as I was concerned, it was true. He was the best lover I had ever had. I knew that if I told him that though, he would go straight to his head, so instead I just kissed him.

"From now on, you are the prime suspect in Chester Paget's murder!" Eleanor said as she leaned on the table with both arms, her sharp gaze drilling into me. "The lab results are out. We found sleeping pills in his bloodstream! Aren't these Diazepams yours? Tell me, why did you murder your husband?" I froze for a moment before abruptly standing, my emotions spiraling out of control as I shouted, "That's impossible! This bottle contains Carbamazepine!