Kousuke X Masahiro Novels & Stories

Asher looked between Kir and Kaoru before snarling angrily. “No! It’s not possible! You’re lying Kaoru!” Asher looks at Kir. “Tell me it’s not true! Tell me he isn’t yo-“ Asher paused, mid-sentence, as Luca spoke up. “Now it all makes sense, Kaoru is one of Kir’s mates as well.” Luca said as he walked up to Asher.

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.

Master Ku smiled faintly. He had not expected Yang Xiao to be so broad-minded. It was far beyond his imagination. At this time, Yang Xiao had also contacted Miyamoto Meihe, the current family master of the Miyamoto family in Japan. "Yang Xiao, this Katou Hui is not your enemy. He even has a deep hatred for you!" Miyamoto Meihe said. “What? Enmity as deep as the sea?” Yang Xiao was stunned. He really didn’t know of that person’s existence.

the commander shot back, a shiver creeping up his spine. None dared to claim folks like Masato, who was cast out and forgotten. "Haruto, it's me..." Masato's voice trailed as he came to, but he was out again before he could spill another word. Commander Haruto was not about to let him finish. Loose lips could mean losing heads. "Look, Mister Kane, I've got nothing to do with him, haven't laid eyes on the guy in years," blurted Haruto Mikami, desperate to clear his name.

“She begged for you to pretend to be his boyfriend… “But I’m different. “If you know the person I hate… “You’d be the one begging instead.” Harvey clicked his tongue. “I don’t know about that. I’m not the type to beg.” “That person belongs to the Tsuchimikado family. He was an exchange student from Kyoto University. “His name is Abe Masato. “Not only is he currently the brightest new star of the Island Nations’ political field and the youngest advisor there is, but it’s said that he’s also one of the most outstanding onmyojis of his family.

Akiko let the bowl in her hand slip and fall onto the table, scattering rice over some of the other dishes. Masaki smiled with satisfaction as he watched, while Akiko shook her head. "No! That's not true! Kenji said he was friends with my father!" Akiko shouted, rejecting the words with all her strength. "Oh, yes, that's also true. You could say it. Kenji and Hayato were friends." Masaki smiled again. He wasn't stupid and didn't hold himself back. He would pick which facts would benefit him now and save the rest for later. Saying Kenji caused Hayato's death was what he needed now. He wouldn’t contradict Kenji’s statement about them being friends.

Ejima breathed in, trying to keep her heart from shooting out of her chest. “Yes, love,” Uche said and Ejima’s brow lifted. Did he just call her love? “That is Ijele, the king of masquerade.” “It’s beautiful,” Amaka added, engrossed by the sight herself. “Finally, our search is over.” Ejima laughed. A sweet bubble was crawling in her stomach, electrifying every part of her body. They had made it, they had finished the long journey. “We should take it and get going before the others come looking.” Amaka laughed but the urgency in her eyes was burning like a renewed sun.

Hunter clicks her tongue before attempting to roll herself over, failing to do so in the process. "Not to mention you guys are none other than the men who had almost completely dismantled Hunter's Regime within a single day, only recently too." Marshall goes on to say, propping himself up with his left arm, leaning onto it. "One who looks from the outside cannot help but be impressed by you're feats. Especially for people who have only been in one minor war in their lives," Marshall clasps his hands together, pointing at Masahiko, "Not to mention that you have the Japanese death bringer himself in custody. Truly, you two have to be superhuman." "What do you mean?"

Katon added. "What a sick masochist!! Why do I have such a friend?!" Koji screamed in his mind. “You got a bunch of strange friends, eh?” Indra asked. “And you are one of them,” Koji replied. “Cut the crap!” Indra exclaimed. Katon burst out a laugh and said, ”Hey, do you mind if I join with you guys?” “That might be a good idea.” The guy with tome suddenly appeared. “You!” Koji was surprised.

The bus driver sneered, “Oh! It’s a Japanese! Why is this little kid trying to act as though he’s so great in front of me now? Why don’t you take a look around you and see where you are right now? This is f*cking Oskia. Do you know that? Oskia! Come on, repeat after me, O-S-K-I-A!” The man in black was also a very well-respected warrior and master in Japan. Although he was not as famous or formidable as Nanako’s mentor, Kazuki, he was still a master at the very least. He really did not expect a bus driver to point his finger at him and insult him instead. So, he cursed, “If I don’t teach you a lesson today, then you won’t know the consequences and price you have to pay for running your mouth