Mikami Satoru Novels & Stories

Young master Part16 "Hello ...." a smirk at the door. Khan who saw the arrival of Roberto Mose, immediately bowed respectfully. "My lord...." Khan said. All eyes turned to Roberto, and the businessmen who came to the Khan Tones show, of course, recognized the man very well. "Young master Mose, welcome welcome." Mike Tones shook the man's hand. "It's an honor, my lord, to have you come to our little party," continued Mike Tones.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

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.

“ Hey, Maximo is here to see you, “ Corinna said, looking all flustered. That was the first time I had see her blushing. “ Send him in, “ I said. A while later, Maximo entered. He was wearing a suit, showcasing the tattoos on his neck. The first few buttons on his shirt were undone, giving me peek of the tattoos on his chest. “ Maximo, what a surprise? “ I asked while leaning back on my chair with a pen in my hands. He smiled and propped down on the chair he looked behind him with a smirk on his face. “ You have a sexy assistant, “ he remarked as he brought his green eyes back to me. It was no secret that Maximo was a playboy. He slept with a lot of women and he had a good reputation in that

she finished and those amber eyes went to the place I was to also remain immobile before my incredulous gaze. “What did you say your name was?” I asked a few decibels above my regular voice. “Oh, Mark! So good you came, you were the only one missing.” I heard the voice of Kristopolis somewhere in the room, but my eyes were still locked with the woman’s who was a few meters from me, noting how pale she went when she heard my name. “Mark?” she said in a whisper. “Yes... Marcus Sanders.” confirmed Paul looking at her with worry eyes “he is the owner of the company and promoter of the campaign that you will develop… Are you okay?”

************************************************* Warning: Alternative POVs ************************************************* 1-04-2113 (11:00 pm Kyoto: Original City, Japan) ************************************************* Isuzu Kai-Mikumi hated Japan. Well no, she hated her home, not so much the country. The country had never wronged her. As far as she was aware, she’d lived a relatively blessed life, good friends, and a good neighborhood. She was treated relatively well, and on certain days she had the love of a man; biologically her father.

Kenji Sato stood at the head, 6'1" of lethal grace wrapped in a midnight-blue bespoke suit that clung like a lover's promise. Porcelain skin stretched over high cheekbones, jet-black hair slicked back to reveal obsidian eyes that locked onto mine with unnerving precision. A thin scar sliced his left jaw, a whisper of violence. His mouth curved in a half-smirk as he extended his hand. I took it, expecting firmness. Instead, his grip lingered—warm, unyielding, thumb brushing my knuckle in a graze that sent unwelcome heat coiling up my arm. "Ms. Whitaker," he said, faint Japanese accent wrapping each syllable like silk over steel. "Your reputation precedes you." His eyes didn't waver, dissectin

The sky which was now dark, cleverly covering up the bright sky a while ago The dark sky was visibly seen to their sight if ever the person living underneath it had taken the time to raise its head and look at the sky Maki, the guy with the lolipop on his mouth and sneeringly objected and push his beleif that the S level heroes would not have the ability to take care of the monsters who had gone on attacking the neighbouring city this time, slightly squinted his eyes as he look at the sky devoid of anything. Name: Maki *** Age: 28 years old Identity: A1 Class Heroes Special Secret Identity: Elite Lover Original World: Earth Ability: Ice System Name: System 0000504321

Proof of this strange mate of mine. The door to the cabin suddenly burst open, hitting the wall. There was knock at all. Then, a tall figure stood at the doorway. His face showed that he was a strict man. In a jiffy, the small room was filled with the scent of his sweet perfume and real power. He was older, his jaw set hard, but his eyes were the same blue. It was him, my assumed mate. He never looked at my mother nor at the doctor, but at me, his eyes travelling down from my face to the two bundles in my mother's arms. A small evil smile spread across his face.

he stated and ambled away. Press this, to switch it on, and this, to switch it off. I practiced in the air. This on, and this off. I repeated the words in my head as I stripped my body of my torn uniform. Beta Max really did a hard one on me. Speaking of him, why did he get so furious when he saw the kiss? I had encountered him on just a few occasions and he looked cool. I never knew he was a cold, cruel bloodsucker like his Alpha. I think the one who was a little different was Gamma Liam.