Novel & Cerita Ryosuke Takahashi

As she turned from side to side, taking in the full effect, she almost didn’t recognise herself. A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts. "Olivia? You ready?" Asher’s voice carried through the room, calm and steady. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. Asher stood there, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, looking every bit the powerful Alpha he was. His dark hair was slicked back, and his chiselled jaw was clean-shaven. But it wasn’t his appearance that caught her off guard—it was the way his eyes widened when he saw her. His gaze travelled from the top of her perfectly styled hair to the tips of her golden heels, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words.

The profits from this alone must be immense, talk less of the other aspects of their Corporation. Rich folks sure are different. The appointed CEO for managing this unit is speaking to Aronohai. He introduces himself as Takahashi Ryota, an alpha, who is slightly taller than the average Japanese man with dark features, dark hair, and eyes. Objectively handsome. But as an omega, I can tell— his vibes are completely off. Omegas are sensitive to that kind of thing. Negativity. When he walked up to us, he looked surprised to see me. Not in the ‘Mr Aronohai has a new secretary’ way, but in the ‘An omega acting as Mr Aronohai’s secretary’ way.

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.

But now, rather than find him as an interesting asset that would be considered an investor, I was growing weary. He gestured to Rosalyn. “And you are?” “Rosalyn Vale.” She introduced without hesitation. “Mrs. Blackthorn’s new assistant.” He extended his hand, and she took it lightly. The exchange lasted no more than a second, but the air between them shifted, his charm sliding off her like water off stone. She glared at him with studying, calculating eyes. “A pleasure,” she said simply. “And mine,” he replied, his tone losing a shade of warmth.

Kathleen thought. “Ah... hi?” “You’re Kathleen, right?” Her brows twitched. “Y-Yes, why?” He nodded. “My name is Takumi Takahashi, Shane’s senior psychiatrist. And I have something to tell you.” “About what?” She saw his Adam’s apple rolled. “About Shane.”

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Third Person POV As the last preparations were made to ensure Ricky's birthday was a success, Alpha Hunter drove like a maniac toward his old buddy's pack to congratulate him on his birthday. He fixed his tie and took a glance at his rearview mirror to check his hair. Every strand of his jet-black hair was slick back perfectly. The deep scar over his left eye reminded him of the mess he and Akarick got into as kids, making him nod, chuckling as he remembered the little time they had to act mischievous.

I asked and he shook his head. "It's this guy Saitama. He was fired from his job and after being beaten with a crab monster to save the kid who drew n *** s with a permanent marker on the crab man." When I told Karish about the funny scene, I remembered how ridiculous it was. It was one of my favorite manga with Chris and we used to watch it together on his smartphone during breaks.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

Ryōta had decided to show up and was currently being held back by Hibiki. “I don’t want them on my property!” Ryōta shouted, pointing at Forrest, who was standing protectively in front of Riko. His gaze swung to Darius and me, and he shoved around Hibiki to rush us. “YOU!” he shouted—a terrible move. Darius and I were both ready, but we didn’t have to react. Because without warning, Ryōta was on the ground, and standing over him carrying a sheathed katana was Yūri.

But not enough. “From what?” she challenges. “Rich men in suits?” Christ. I let out a slow breath, trying to hold onto the last thread of control I have left. “You danced with Kenji Takahashi,” I say finally. She blinks. The name still means nothing to her. Of course it doesn’t. “He’s the head of one of the most powerful Yakuza factions in the world,” I continue. “He doesn’t attend events like this for entertainment. He doesn’t approach women out of curiosity.”