Miko Kubota Novels & Stories

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

************************************************* 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.

Louis Reginald Sparks, twenty-seven-year-old vocalist of the band Run Up My Galaxy, charming and a minion of fate, like any normal person, loved surprises. In fact, I used to love it. His younger brother Tom is too. However, the surprises presented by their common beloved woman with the gentle nickname Kitsune sometimes made them pretty nervous.

I tell him in the little earpieces. “ What kind of safe is it?” “ It’s unlike anything I have seen before. But I know I can do it.” I check my little backpack and I remove my small tool, a baby of mine I call the Besto Masterkey, I designed it myself. I can scan any safe with it, and it always provides me with the correct combinations. The thing is, I am the only one who can use this little tool. I wait until it scans the safe and I wait for about 10 minutes until the combination is formed, I press the numbers and I clear the click sound. I can't hold my smile. They lock open and do the drawer. It’s filled with diamonds as well as the Ruby tones we wanted. One particular stone stands out, it

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.