Maken-ki Takeru Novels & Stories

He looked around, wondering what to say, but after pestering for a while, he finally took a deep breath and looked at Ranveer. "I imported them from a different country," Naman answered. "What? How's that even possible?" Ranveer was shocked. "What? I have a business of imports and exports, can't you think that's possible for me?" Naman scoffed. Ranveer was quiet for a moment. He looked around and huffed. "If it's so, then tell me the name," he demanded. "Andrew Pearson," Naman responded. "What? You're bluffing. He can't be," Ranveer shrugged.

The owner of the TW Entertainment agency company. They already knew each other when Takeru offered Kim Jae to be his artist before marrying Yoona. At that time, Takeru was visiting South Korea because one of the artists held an Asian Tour. The young man with the stature of a model smiled. He didn't expect to meet Kim Jae at a party like this. "Ah...is this really you, Brother Jae?! I really didn't expect it! After so many years, we finally meet again!" Watanabe Takeru spoke. He hugged Kim Jae with one hand, Kim Jae also responded to the hug.

"Hey, Al," Jake came over to give me a hug as we arrived at the racetrack. "Yo bro," I grinned back. "What's up man!" My brother turned his attention to Tyler who was stood beside me, giving him a passionate bro-hug which was majorly reciprocated. "That's a sick car you've got there," Tyler commented, gesturing towards the white Subaru parked behind him. "Impreza STI?" "Yep," Jake confirmed the car's make. "2006 model, so it's classic."

Name: Maki *** Age: 28 years old Identity: A1 Class Heroes Special Secret Identity: Elite Lover Original World: Earth Ability: Ice System Name: System 0000504321 Binding Method: Life and Deathe Situation (Effective for both system and Host) Special Circumstances: Submissive Lover [It is not okay for me to show my weakness to anyone even if that someone was not powerful enough to harm me. As long as he or she was unfamiliar, he or she will be quickly blurred out my mind. But it is impossible for me to be tough to my lover when my lover was the weakness of both of my heart and my brain] Back to the reality where Maki had taken off,

The adventure wasn't over after all. The slutty, smoky eye make up was gone, replaced by a simple one with pink lip gloss. The dangling earrings, necklace and Maang Tikka she had worn on stage were all gone too. Her auburn hair was tied back in a pony tail, to get it out of her face, he supposed, but there were locks falling into her eyes, and she tucked them behind her ears to get them out of her way. Dimitri had to stop himself from thinking about tucking those locks of hair behind her ears for her... They reminded him of how they had fallen over her face and shoulders when they had sex. Dang! The woman was gorgeous, and Dimitri knew that he was in deep.

Marris knows the other, is currently a very developed professional stylist in Taiwan, she often sees him on the show, she knows, he must be a gay man. “Hello.” The professional stylist gave her an open smile, taking the initiative to greet her. She also smiled warmly and happily replied to the other party, thinking to herself, it's just a dress test, I don't understand what Takeru is doing, but wants people to go on a trip by themselves, she is really a bit confused, at the same time feel warm, have a feeling of being valued and pampered. Marris, you are becoming more and more interested in living the beautiful dream you created yourself...

She turned to look at Jesse. He smiled back at K. "You can have it," he wheedled, heading towards the mounted shelves on the brick wall to power on his Marshall speakers. He shuffle played his iPod on the dock, it played Walls by Kings of Leon. "Levi gave that to me." He muttered, walking to the kitchen to get some bottles of beer, and whatever was available to offer K. "Want some beer?"

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

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.

"He arrived at the shower block, Body Space 8. He had more or less resigned himself to the women being old and decrepit and was taken aback to see teenagers. There were four of them near the showers, all between fifteen and seventeen, opposite the sinks. Two of them wore bikini bottoms and waited as the other two played under the shower like otters, chatting and laughing and splashin..." "Nah."Marcus flips the next page. "This wouldn't work for me. I don't want teenagers as my model" Jenifer chuckled at his words and shakes her head as she looks for another scene by another author. "Okay this.. Haruki Murakami, Wind-Up Bird Chronicle