Nino Nakano Novels & Stories

"First it was Ms. Emiko, then Mr. Kaji. Those two Satoru brothers are really weird, aren't they?" "Shh," Nurse Natsuki placed her index finger over her lips. "Be careful what you say. Mr. Kano Satoru is the largest shareholder in this hospital. Don't let anyone who's pro-him hear any unflattering comments about him and then report you to him." Nurse Aoki covered her mouth with her hand, shuddering. It had been almost twelve days since Kano Satoru was discharged from the hospital after surgery, but her son, Kaji, came to see Jonas almost every day, bringing beautiful bouquets of flowers and delicious food.

Alfi said in disgust. “Of course not!” They both exclaimed irritated. There’s a red Ribo who looks like a cute little girl stands beside Koji. “Onii-chan I’m shy. My... Name... Is... Kacino.” She said shy. “You sick Pedophile,” Alfi said. “Shut up you sick pervert!” Koji exclaimed irritated. “Well, we have summoned our Ribos, and I’ll divide us into 2 groups.” He added. “Why?” Herman asked.

A human-sized sphere-shaped magic power charged towards Madam Zoe. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOAH?!" To be continued... *** Hi guys this is my first English story. Mark if there is a word error, okay. Don't forget criticism and suggestions. Thank you n see you

Daisy exclaimed, and I hand-shoved her to be mute. “Hmn hmn!” The CEO nodded. “This establishment is owned by my family, The Moranos. But run by me. Everyone is welcome to nest here. Clients. Friends. Enemies. Business associates, or whatever. There are over six thousand staff working in every sector of the establishment. The last opening we had was days back and we’ve gotten the right staff. But I will still fix you two somewhere. A section that will be best for both of you.” He sent his gaze to the man behind him. “Get me Matilda. Tell her, I need her right now,” he ordered.

Hiroshi replied embarrassedly, “Miss, the chairman really attaches great importance to the collaboration with Kobayashi Pharma. So, please do not be so stubborn and wilful…” Nanako replied lightly, “I’m sorry, Tanaka-san. I want to continue training now.” After that, Nanako hung up the phone directly. Nanako was twenty-two years old this year and she was a senior at the University of Tokyo, which was the top university in Japan. She was a very simple and innocent person, and her gentle and quiet temperament and personality also brought about a bit of inherent coldness and indifference.

"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.

I stared at my sad glass of water and scowled. “Why did I agree to go to a bar with you tonight? When I can’t even drink?” “Because if I had to listen to you crying at some Hallmark romcom for the thousandth time, I was going to lose it.” Naoko, dressed in a short blue romper with her hair in twin buns, kept catching looks from most of the men at the bar. But Naoko being Naoko, she didn’t even notice the stares. It’d be annoying if she weren’t so charming.

“Miss, here are the papers that need your signature for the finalization of the Spring Collection that will be featured in our fashion show.” My assistant came into my office and handed me a stack of papers. My name is Nagatsuka Akina, I’m the Founder and CEO of Hanazu Couture. Although my company hasn’t been around for as long as the other famous brands out there, we’ve become a household name in the fashion industry. I’ve worked tirelessly for the last 15 years to make this company what it is today.

Anna began to wonder if that was a normal thing in Regis. ″And where are you two coming from?″ Mrs. Kyle asked as she gave them a piercing gaze. ″We're sorry ma'am. She's new,″ Brooke said, gesturing to Anna, ″and didn't know her way around.″ ″I see. Please introduce yourself to the class,″ the teacher said. This was the moment Anna dreaded the most but she just had to do it. She faced the glass and said. ″Hi, everyone. My name is Annabelle Siromani.″