Kyo Kaneko Novels & Stories

She stood, her arms crossed over her chest for a moment as she stared about. A shimmer of black silk and long silver hair. She looked no older than her thirties, but there was an ancient sharpness in her expression. Regal. Dangerous. Cold. Angry. Vile. And with no emotions. She walked forward, oblivious to us, her shoes making no sound. A small smile formed on her lips, but the smile did not reach her eyes. The woman just seemed to be called to everything that was around. She moved with this one purpose. She turned her attention to us for a moment, a small smile forming on her lips, before she looked at Lysandra once more.

Jake Carson God! This woman is going to be the death of me. Never in my life have I expressed my anger by dominating a woman but Danika is making me. How have I let a woman get under my skin so much? I am not going to lie, I have worked for a lot of beautiful women as a bodyguard, they used to hit on me, constantly. But I never gave into such urges, I would always be professional. But Danika. Fuck! What am I doing?

Ryu needed to convince Kaname Nakamura that he was an official Kuryugumi representative, sent directly from Osaka. Kaname smiled again, glancing at Kyoko, who stood still, unsure whether she should shake hands too. Kyoko, of course, didn’t appear very friendly. Her face was blank, and her hands were clasped in front of her, showing no intention of offering a handshake. She simply bowed respectfully. "This is my secretary. I need her here, or my day would be a mess." Ryu explained Kyoko’s presence with a wide smile. "Oh, I understand. I also sometimes feel very dependent on my secretary." Kaname nodded in understanding and gestured for Ryu to sit. Kyoko knelt behind Ryu, listening carefully.

Alfi seemed excited. “Yeah. And there will be free Nekopara Jacket for one lucky guest!” Koji exclaimed. “Aww, why not custom shirt instead?” Alfi looked disappointed. “What shirt do you want anyway?” Koji asked. “Hokari Kanae, Euphoria,” Alfi replied. “Really? She’s a bitch, you know?” Rian said. “Bitch? What do you mean?” Alfi looked curious. “Huh? You don’t play the VN(Visual Novel)?”

Plays electric guitar. Hirose Mio- she hit Kagami in the door with a face by accident and shows remorse. Plays guitar. Close to Anya. They were the only two from their original bands to stick together. Fujino Anya- she laughed when Kagami was hit in the door with a face and seems to have a dislike of him after hearing he was the songwriter for a popular band. Plays the keyboard. Has lavender highlights in her hair. Seems close to Mio. Hayashido Yoriko- a tall big busted girl who plays drums. Has white hair.

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.

Thank you for holding tight until now* grinning she looked at him *why are you grinning like that?* he looked back questioningly *hm, we are world champions and Asian champions. I'm just so excited* she nudged him lightly *let's go back inside* waiting, he stood next to her *no, I'll go home now, pack my things and then throw myself into bed, I'm fine, but I'm fast and all. Watch out for Genzo. Call me when I can pick you up* Keyla hugged Kojiro before driving

“No. She’s kind of a blabbermouth. While I know I mustn’t trust her right away, the way she was talking kinda tells me that it’s true.” Claude blinked. “So… She good?” Jai shrugged with a nervous smile. “I guess so? She basically told me about the family. I know who Eiji is, I know who Rio is, Akane, Sen, and Kiyo. Both Rio and Akane are actresses. Akane’s husband is Sen, who is an overprotective person. Kiyo is their daughter, and is a late teenager, I think? And Eiji and Rio is Akane’s parents.”

Hitomi Kirisawa had always been a fan of classical music, though her favourites were actually the piano pieces composed by the South Korean piano music composer, Yiruma. Yuri clenched her hands into fists by her sides, not showing any emotions outwardly. “How many people have you threatened or killed in order to attain that piece of information?” Yuri spoke blandly, betraying nothing in her voice at all. Kami ignored that snipe at him, and smiled a small and grim smile at Yuri. “It’s been a long time, Yuri-chan,” he said. “You’ve grown up.” Yuri’s right eye twitched visibly before she glared at Kami, her hands still clenched into fists by her sides. She gritted her teeth together with slight

She wore a white and gold trench coat with a gray cotton shirt and white pants and open toed sandals. A smell similar to a combination of cedar and lavender wafted in Kronos’s nose. This woman must be of the Ryoharu Kitsune Tribe. The Kitsune were known assassins, sneaky, intelligent, and masters at deception. Kronos looked at the other female who looked to be a few winters older than Kronos. She had a narrow face with a cleft chin. She had long silver hair that was braided. She was tall, standing at least six foot nine, and burly for a woman. She wore a scowl that Kronos suspected was usual for her.