Kyoukai No Kanata Novels & Stories

A Yakuza Lord, Kazuo-kai. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ What will happen in the next chapter, for this forbidden love between enemies? See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

I asked him. “Do you know her full name? It’s Kate Zainab Omar” he answered. Smith’s POV I have planned for this day for a long time. I must enjoy every minute of it. People’s suffering and pain sooths my mood. “Am sure you are smart, you will figure it out.” I was not happy that Charles and Camilla were not surprised. “Could it be that they discovered who she is?” I thought.

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.

Katarina’s POV A scream tore through my throat as my eyes trailed down to my bloody body. My blurry eyes shone out in terror as I stared dangerously at the blood-stained down from his body to the bed, almost streaming to where I lay. I couldn't help but scream again as I realized what today was, and instantly hands reached for my mouth, covering it to avoid more cries from coming out as I kept staring at him for heaven knows I didn't know the face of the man laying beside me in the pool of his blood.

he says. "Why do you keep on calling me Val? I'm Charlotte." He chuckles and shakes his head, "No, you are Valentina De Luca the Princess of all supernatural creatures," he smiles before bowing. "I can't be her I am only turning twenty-one- years old in a few days and Valentina well no one knows what happened to her."

Bloody Hippopo. “Oh huh! You will forget the Greek God after seeing him.” Annie said. “And I don't need to see him. I will just do my work,” I announced. “I don't have any wish to see any middle aged handsome hunks.” I muttered. “What the….” Annie almost shouted but I glared at her. She squeezed her eyes before opening them and glaring at me in return.

She nodded and gave us a watery smile that was filled with worry and doubt; my heart echoed those sentiments as it attempted to keep beating despite the tight knot it was tied in. "What about Katrina?" Johnathan said a bit indignantly. I rolled my eyes with exasperation. I loved taking care of Katrina last night but this morning in the light of day it hit me that if Katrina's mother had indeed outrun the soul eaters and the virus, then Katrina will not be mine no matter how badly any of us wanted her to be. I had to convince them that she didn't belong to us even if we really, really, wanted her. I sighed trying not to feel sad about not getting a chance to get to know her as she grew.

“Sharp-tongued. Maybe a little unhinged. But secretly lonely and is open to an emotionally oppressed boy who looks like he hasn't slept in days.” Kieran gave it a second to think about what he just heard. “So… you’re looking for your clone in a skirt format?” Tanaka pointed at Kieran with his index finger and nodded solemnly. “Exactly.” Annie smirked. “I have one friend who collects switchblades and writes stories about love between a man and a woman who are not destined to be together. Does that count?” Tanaka’s eyes lit up like someone had just handed him a live hand grenade and told him it was a love letter from an emo goth mommy. In all honesty this guy might be a masochist; I do not kno

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”