Kyo Kaneko Novels & Stories

The woman smirked, her wrinkled eyes turned into crescents "I am your god from now on..." "....." huh? Anna stared at the middle aged woman who had a look of pride on her face. "Don't flatter yourself Dr Joon " Eve said walking up to the woman and patting her shoulder. She woman scoffed at Eve "Come on cousin, at least let me tell the truth" She said before putting all of her attention on Anna. Examining the girl's legs the woman's anger flared "They called me all the way from Korea for this?!" she said as she pointed and Anna's legs.

"H-How did that happen?" Cadmus wasn’t even surprised. He knows it; the book of prophecy tells it. He also believed that Emily is the most powerful Luna who wields the power of the Moon Goddess. Emily looked at Taurus, expressionless. "Because I am the powerful Luna, I can kill in just a snap." She answered. Taurus glanced at Cadmus. His eyes were confused. "Is it... true, Cadmus?" Cadmus nodded his head, but still, his eyes were directed at Emily. "The prophecy tells it." "She's superior, who holds the most powerful power of the Moon Goddess," he explained.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

Annabella sighed. •••• Gregor was just coming from the lounge when a knock came on his door "Come in" He muttered and the door opened Mrs Kim entered "Is something wrong?" Gregor asked "I'm here to talk to you about...Annabella" Mrs Kim said and Gregor raised his brows "Who's that?" He asked "Oh...the young lady that came here in the morning" Mrs Kim replied Gregor sat down and crossed his legs "Go on" he muttered

Jane mumbled, her eyes not leaving Jayce. “Maybe in some cooking show,” Yeah he is quite well known for what he does, even if lives quite a normal life. Jane shook her head, “No….wait I have seen it on your phone,” “Phone,” Both Jayce and I mumbled at the same time. “Yeah, if I’m not wrong you're his picture on your home screen,” “Jane, you don’t have to say that out loud,” I groaned, turning my head to look at Jayce, who had a devilish smirk on his face.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

I replied with a smile. " So you are" he asked with a smile. " Ā watashi no manā o mite. I am sorry. I am Haru Salvador. I am Miss Pierce's assistant and a designer" I smiled and shake my hands with both of them. "Oh. Hi Haru nice to meet you" Yoshi said to me "You know me. But still Iam Yoshiyuki Hatori and this my friend here is Zen Kirishima" he added. I looked towards him and forwarded my hand for a shake. The moment he took my hand to shake I could feel a tingling feeling rushing through my arms. The moment he touched me my heart skipped a beat. Unable to move, yet drawn forward by some invisible force, I didn’t know what to do. I don’t usually lose confidence in myself, having dealt wi

The craftsmanship, the quiet elegance, it felt like stepping into another century. Footsteps approached. Haruto Suzuki entered first, impeccable in a charcoal kimono-style jacket over tailored trousers. Beside him walked the interpreter I recognized from the waterfront lounge, and a woman who could only be his wife. She is stunning, flawless porcelain skin, long black hair pinned in an elegant twist, wearing a deep plum kimono embroidered with silver cranes. She looked no older than me, maybe twenty-five or twenty-six, but carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone who’d grown up knowing exactly who she was.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…