Meltdown Kagamine Novels & Stories

Clean. Brutal. Final. The man hit the ground hard enough that Mona felt it in her chest. For a second... Silence. Then the arena exploded. Cheers. Shouts. Money exchanging hands. Chaos. Kane stood over his opponent, chest rising and falling steadily, fists still clenched. And then— He looked up. Straight at her. Mona froze. Everything else faded. The noise. The people. Gone. It was just him. Just that look.

I nod, snapping my gaze towards her, “Yes, I do! You’re just repeating what I already know. Stay clear of A-Jun… I get it. I’d rather sit on a cactus than share the same air with him… again.” “Good,” Jane says. Getting up from the bed, she walks over to a chair, sitting facing me with her legs crossed. Second on the list is Kaito.” “Kaito?” I ask. “Who the fuck is Kaito?” “He is a Japanese prisoner; he committed massacre, terrorism, and a lot of atrocities,” Jane announces. “That’s a lot of crime.” I chip in.

Kazu whispered. "Kazu, do you see it too?" Melanie asked. "Kazu? Wait a minute, I know that name, I've heard it from somewhere, Autumn's video record isn't it, you were Autumn's boyfriend. Hey wait a minute, wasn't he Japanese." Now he had more than enough reasons to hate him, accompanied with the understanding of why he hated him so much, however before he could speak further, everyone started running, they ran as quickly as they could, all the while Akihoto was trying to catch up with them.

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

Being elite manslaughter, Mort and his team eliminate the foes in just a matter of seconds. Sumire was weakened, fall on her knee, and could hardly stand in the middle of the pool of blood and mutilated corpses clasping her throbbing chest when Mort scooped her from the floor. He carried her in a bridal style and she encircle her arms around his neck. Sumire buried her face in his chest and from there, an orb of tears escape from her eyes. Mort, on the other hand, felt her cold hands and her body trembled even though she look so serene in the middle of chaos earlier. The maiden sobbed in silence that his suit get soaked and he felt the hot tears streaming down his chest. Jaw-clenched, his co

she informed. Drake stood up from his seat beside his stray. “What do you mean it is fake?” he questioned. Millie bit her lower lip, finding a good answer. “I-It’s. . . it’s not the antidote, alpha. The poison on Emily’s body was deadly and rare to find for its antidote.” She answered, looking down at the ground. “I... I think we should start to find the lotus flower and the neem plants at Mount Doqu, alpha.” Millie said, her lips trembling.

I uttered, with my heart beating very fast. “I just received a call from someone who is supposed to be dead, Celine.” He uttered, and I furrowed my brows. “What are you talking about?” I asked in confusion, hoping he was going to keep beating around the bush and just hit the nail on the head. “Alpha Kilhan just called me.” He responded, and my eyes popped wide open. “What?!” My breathing grew intense. “Shh! Cameras. Act normal, Celine.” He whispered, and I nodded, gulping hard.

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.

“You hit me! That’s assault! I have lawyers on retainer who—” “SHUT UP!” Kimura bellowed, his voice like a landslide grinding down a mountain. He loomed over me, suddenly seven feet tall. He unleashed a torrent of Japanese that I didn’t understand, but the intent was clear: Sit down and be a pond, or I will turn you into a puddle. I sat. I closed my eyes. My shoulder hurt. Every time I twitched I heard the stick swish through the air. “Focus!” he yelled. “You have too many thoughts! Throw them away!”

Zagaff frowned. “Who is that?” “Her name is Kamala Reynolds,” Macholo said. “Tellan spotted her at Club Mirage. We did a little digging, but it looks like she’s hiding something.” Zagaff stared at the photo, then looked at Macholo. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes still on the picture of Kamala wearing his name across her chest. “So,” he said, lifting his eyes to Macholo, “what did we find out about this Kamala Reynolds?”