Kyouya Sata Novels & Stories

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

She joined him when she was done and sat across from him. “So” She started. “So?” “Don't you have anything to say?” She asked, a little surprised. “Ok fine. Hi, my name's Takumi Rengoku and I'm 16 years old. Nice to meet you.” She looked at him with a tilted head and raised an eyebrow. “This is the part where you also introduce yourself.” She couldn't stop herself from snorting. “What?” “I wasn't expecting that response. I'm Twilight Sakata and no, my parents weren't wasted when they named me. They just really loved My Little Pony.” She paused for a moment. “Actually, now that I’ve said that out loud, I think they were.”

once again Nishi almost rolls her eyes back of her then squeezes her eyes shut pressing her forehead with the tip of her finger. “Please try to recall it? It would be good and will help to find your friend faster.” officer Yamaga said “Oh I remember its Ryuu, Yuki Ryuu senpai” ** “Yuki Ryuu” Takeshi glares at the blond-haired tied in front of him with the tattoo all over his arms along with the one which is upon his chest. “Good name you got there I didnt know you were some rich fund kid, or I would have killed you right at the spot. Rather than going through all this process from kidnapping you that night and bringing you here” Takeshi rolls his eyes cracking his knuckles one after the othe

Just as he was thinking about it, he sighted his client. The picture didn't do justice to Kagarawa Yuuma's face. No way. Yuuma has gentle features. Soft blonde locks that went past his ears a bit, translucent grey eyes, a straight nose and small pink lips. He had skin the colour of milk, pure and unblemished. His smile was gentle, giving people a warm sweet feeling. Eyes were kind, making people feel at ease around him. His aura was pure and posture elegant. He was neither tall nor short. Just average. The skinny jeans he wore accentuated his long legs and the white designer shirt, coupled with a black jacket made him look so cute that one would just want to wrap him up and protect him fore

"Who the hell is Romeo?" "You haven't met him? He's an adorable white cat with violet eyes. He stole my heart as soon as I saw him. Skylar is the alpha male cougar that is watching us right now" Kai laughed harder. "You hear that buddy?! She's given you two names already" 'Wow, I feel honoured' Yuka said telepathically. The trio conversed like they had been friends for years and for the first time, Hazel felt like she truly belonged.

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.

It was like she had met the man with the ultimate poker face. "If you wish to survive in a place such as this, Slave Keiko, I suggest you learn better discipline. Do not waste a single act. Do not waste a single word. Do you understand?" She wasn't sure she did, but she nodded, held her tongue, and waited for him to continue. "This place is one of dozens on the outskirts of Tokyo. The man who owns it is the son of a powerful yakuza. His name is Takashi Saito. He collects young Japanese girls, trains them, and sells them to the highest bidder."

The swollen head leaked a steady bead of precum that soaked through the silk. Yuna Takahashi, 27, a renowned Kyoto calligrapher with porcelain skin and long raven hair, arrived at dusk. Her deep brown eyes met his, and her smooth, hairless pussy clenched hard. Thick, slippery arousal flooded her tight slit instantly, soaking her thin silk panties and beginning to trickle down her inner thighs. No greetings. No small talk. Kael crossed the tatami in two strides, grabbed her by the throat, and pulled her into a brutal kiss. His tongue claimed her mouth as he shoved her kimono open, exposing her full, soft breasts. He pinched and twisted her hard nipples until she moaned desperately into him.

"The name that the people call you? That's not your name. You know that. They could label you with anything they like. But I need to know your name. Will you deny me the privilege?" "It is forbidden." "Say the law," Uche smiled weakly, "but you forget that I am the law." She took a deep breath and pulled him to herself, "my name" she whispered for his ears alone, "is Sachi" "Sachi" Uche pulled away, "will you spend the rest of your life with a mortal man like me?" "Oh my love, it will be my pleasure." Sachs groaned but before their lips met, a loud gong resounded and the music and screams of the people ceased.

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.