Nezuko X Kanao Novels & Stories

He jerked the girl's tiny hand until the scissors fell, then with one swift motion, Kenzo pulled Khanza's body into his arms. "Come back to me, Khanza ...," he whispered softly. Khanza shouted loudly and the next second the girl fell silent. Then, Khanza fell unconscious in Kenzo's arms, and the sudden wind stopped. Keanu stared in disbelief at Kenzo. The guy was still hugging Khanza's body tightly and taking a deep breath. Then, Kenzo dropped his own body onto the bed while still hugging Khanza, so that Khanza was now on top of him, in Kenzo's arms.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

“Of course! You shouldn’t only be perfect for me. I want everyone to know that you can be gentle and loving. You’re not just a grump and a hothead. You’re more than that. You just need to care about people besides me.” Akiko waited for a reply, but Kenji remained silent as Kenzo stood up and handed his drawing to Akiko. It was no longer just a scribble; it depicted a figure with a stick body and a large head. But seeing the long hair of one of the figures made it clear that Kenzo was trying to draw Akiko, and not alone. Kenji was beside her. Kenzo even added the detail of their hands holding each other. “Is this me?” Akiko asked. Kenzo nodded.

We ride. Seras is waiting at the dam turnout with her bike and a fresh coat of flame decals. Kayo, Aki, and Riku are leaning against the railing like they own the place (because, technically, in Hanamaki they kind of do). Kayo’s nine invisible tails flick once when she sees me. Kayo (sweet, deadly): “Morning, Your Majesty. Sleep well?” Celeste (through my teeth): “Peachy.” Aki cracks his knuckles; the glamour hiding his oni horns flickers.

he said. “Or you can just accept defeat. I'll make them at least respect you. It might just be privilege but that's what I could do.” he gave me fake sympathy. “What do you choose, Kaelen?” Hazel leaned into my ear. “Do not accept, my lady. I sense a trap here,” she said. I do too. “Ready to chicken out?” Dean asked, then swiftly grabbed a sword, holding it horizontally on his palm. “Take it if you dare,”

"the possibility is still one out of ten, the man said. His gift was a bit based on accessing future, the only reason he didn't trust isekai even though on having gift like that was because he can't see anything concerning isekai. On the outskirt of the village the choosed warriors was still trying to hold off Kakashi and his fighters. "you have always been prepared and was only waiting," Ankara said with a smile as a little cut appeared on the throat of the man rushing toward her. "of course sister, there can never be a peaceful coexistence between us, we are like water and fire, we can never exist that long together," Kakashi said as he rushed towards Ankara. Actually Ankara and Kakashi wh

Office hours are almost over. Kairo, Kylo, and Buster entered Kenzo's room. "So, what's your plan now?" Kairo said looking at Kenzo busy working on his laptop. "Plan for?" Kenzo said without looking on his friends. "Yara, bro." Kylo said making Kenzo raised his head. "Yara? Why? Is there something wrong with her?" Kenzo asked. "Oh, come on, Ken. You know what we're talking about." Buster said. Kenzo sighed.

he asks softly, running his hand along the side of my face. “I don’t think so,” I sigh. I try to readjust my position and gasp at the searing pain that instantly blooms in my knee. My head falls back and I squeeze my eyes shut. “Oh fuck that hurts,” I breathe. Daniel grips my hand tightly. “I’m sorry Ana, I wish I could take the pain away,” he mutters. “I thought mates could do that,” I grit out. He sighs. “Fully bonded mates can. A mark isn’t quite enough to take away this much pain.”

Bastian shouts after flipping upside down to avoid my charge. "The egg is perfect and glows brightly." We're all laughing with their congratulations flying through my head when a burst of magic shakes us. Our merriment abruptly stops. "What was that, Mother?" Cantor asks. I know exactly what and who it is. After thousands of years my uncle has returned. His magic is dark and smothering. "Drakon," I shout, "and he's going after the egg!" I head toward my lair pumping my wings faster than I've ever pumped before.

The climate in the room rises as hours count down to a critical moment of our assignment. Moving around the ill-organized table covered in maps and papers, the team gathers, standing in the midst of the preparations. Jake is looking straight at me, and although it is only for a few seconds, I can discern a shyness that does not often show itself. “How do you even manage it, Zea?” Jake’s voice is soft, his face intense. This is the question that was raised by the character: ’’Can I have fife being a mother and a killer at once?’’