Saeko Tanaka Novels & Stories

Because of course, this was just another night of duties and fake smiles. Then the wind shifted, and I caught that scent. My wolf froze as every nerve in my body went on high alert. I turned, scanning the room until my eyes fell on her. She was standing at the corner, obviously trying to stay hidden. Her dress was a bit shabby and her dark hair was barely adorned. Nothing about her screamed “special,” but that pull inside me tightened so hard I could barely breathe. “Who’s that?” I’d asked Marcus. He glanced over. “Her? That’s Celia…Hartwood, I think. She’s an omega.” My eyes bulged for a second.

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

DAMIEN The Tanaka Industries boardroom is intimidating by design—all dark wood and modern art, with a view of Marina Bay that's meant to remind you of the power and money at stake. Across the table, Hiroshi Tanaka, CEO and patriarch, sits flanked by his legal team and his daughter. Yuki Tanaka. She's thirty-two, Harvard-educated, and according to every business publication in Asia, the future of Tanaka Industries. Brilliant, ruthless, and beautiful in a way that's designed to be both weapon and armor.

Traditional wooden beams arched overhead, and low wooden tables with cushioned zabuton seats invited patrons to linger. Aiko Tanaka moved gracefully between the tables in her elegant uniform: a soft pink kimono-style blouse that hugged her petite frame, a crisp white apron tied neatly at her waist, and a pleated skirt that swayed just above her knees. At 24, she was the picture of demure Japanese beauty. Porcelain skin, long black hair pinned up with delicate kanzashi ornaments, and large, doe-like eyes that rarely met a customer’s gaze for long. Yet beneath that polished politeness burned something deeper.

Wham! The masked woman slapped the man. At once, his cloth mask was knocked off. If Alex Rockefeller was here, he would have recognized this man who was none other than Frank Accardo’s son, Heath Accardo! “Bastard, your head is filled with garbage!” The masked woman was an envoy from Gokudo Soshiki. Her real name was Maiko Chiba.

“Well, when I shared confused flashbacks with the Ayakashi, I saw that she once posed for a portrait and I finally recalled where I had seen her before. I tried going to the library to confirm my theory. You can imagine how frustrated I was because I was only around 60% confident about my memory and I desperately wanted to confirm it. As it turned out though, I may have had the ability to pass through walls, but I couldn’t move stuff or even turn a page. Needless to say, I had to endure my impatience longer and I just came back to the library another time once I had re-materalized.” “Who was she?” Aki asked, feeling her heart quicken. “Himiko Henka,” Sasha answered casually. He was met with

Azumi asked with glee. "Currently, two. Mother and daughter," I answered. The gasped that followed was loud and collective. "I fought off six of his exes," Akane said and drank from the vase. I burst into laughter. The girls followed. "Every one of my daughters fought off exes," Akane said wearily. The girls giggled. Azumi, was born first which made her the eldest. She had high cheek bones and sharp piercing gaze. Long lustrous hair. Sarada came second. Her hair was cropped short pixel style and dyed silver. She had big curious eyes with a hint of green in them.