Saki Yoshida Novels & Stories

"Take a look." I took the gadget and inspected the P*F files. It reveals intel on an old businesswoman, Imari Osada, who is fifty-one. She was an illegitimate child of a prostitute and a wealthy businessman in Japan. Because of her status of being a daughter of a whore, her family poorly treated her. She endured all the hardships of learning the business and pursuing younger men. It's unclear why she prefers men more youthful than her, but it started with a forbidden romance with her younger cousin, who kindly treated her. But he was in love with someone his age, breaking Osada's heart. Hence, her obsession with young boys was the cause of her unrequited love for a family member.

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.

He was really wondering how he was able to meet a lot of beautiful women in the past few days, and at the same time, he knew very well who this girl was, and he had a feeling that he would meet more people from the same story as this girl in the future. "My name is Saki Kawasaki and thank you very much for helping me out before," Saki said and bowed her head slightly, feeling grateful for Monica who had saved her from her plight.

I tried to summarize Akio. Mom frowned, her brow furrowed in thought. “Is this girl American?” she asked. I rolled my eyes. I know my mom isn’t fond of the idea of being getting involved with American women. She still hasn’t fully let go of what the country did to her, my dad, and other citizens that are of Japanese descent during the war. “No, mom. She's Japanese. Akio Yoshida.” I answer, smiling just thinking about her.

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

She was slim, but her waist was small, and her hips were wide. "Brother, stop being weird. You are acting like you don't remember Akira," Yuki exclaimed, snapping me out of my daze. Shit. Was I now coming off as a weirdo?

Yuta explained. Jai frowned when he heard the fourth name. “I’ve heard of that one.” “Oh which one of has you heard of it? Takeshi Hirabayashi or Satoshi Hirabayashi?” Yuta asked him. “The latter one, Satoshi.” As the humans talked, the little companions were busy with themselves. Shoru pawed at Yuta’s opened palm while Rita pecked softly at Shoru’s tufts, managed to pluck some out which she then dropped to the floor. It didn’t result in bald spot, and the little wolfy didn’t seem to be feel any pain from her fur plucked out, making Rita quite confused. Sakura was only watching all of them silently, as per usual.