Satoru Mikami Novels & Stories

The Lorraine I know has a unique wheezing laugh. "Don't mind her." The bald man, I'm pretty sure he's the bassist/cellist/drummer Satoshi from Blacklist! he glanced at the form I had submitted online perhaps to confirm my claim. "Fukuda Kagami-san, correct?" "Yes, sir." I heard one of the contestants gasp. "That's-" "Ahem!" A chic man with silky long black hair, Renjiro, a bassist/screamer from the former heavy metal band, Ainz glanced in the contestants' direction.

The man chuckles at my quick response and leans back into his seat. "Well, I can see why you wouldn't trust me...But I can tell you my name and guarantee your safe return to your fiancee by calling him right now if you want?" (This guy has had Kadachi's number this whole time!) I sigh. "Fine it's a deal." He chuckles and pulls his phone out but before he hits the call button he looks up at me. "Oh and by the way, My names Kaito Masumi." (Did he just say...Masumi...)

"You might be a little surprised. The perpetrator.... I suspect that Mr. Frank, the head of the military is involved in this case and maybe he is the important person." “Are you sure about what you're saying? Is there any evidence?” "There is a recording, but the video quality needs to be improved. I will send it to you." “Yeah, send it right away so I can check it out.” Alpha Darren looked at Diana who was sleeping. “Make sure no one knows but us because the person you suspect is not an ordinary person, he can influence opinions against us.” "I got it, Alpha Darren. The video has also been sent to you."

And that was not something that I had to end, that is, of course, if we were to keep our reign up. “We are going to have to control them, Cosimo. They keep growing stronger, and if this proceeds, then they won’t only target Italy.” Mikhail, one of my Russian partners stated. Though human, the man was stronger than his kind. It was his recessive gene that took over in his case. He couldn’t shift despite being the son of two wolves. A shame for his bloodline. “As if you need to tell me what I already know.” I stated bluntly. The man shook his head at me, and I raised an eyebrow. “You doubt my word.”

************************************************* Warning: Alternative POVs ************************************************* 1-04-2113 (11:00 pm Kyoto: Original City, Japan) ************************************************* Isuzu Kai-Mikumi hated Japan. Well no, she hated her home, not so much the country. The country had never wronged her. As far as she was aware, she’d lived a relatively blessed life, good friends, and a good neighborhood. She was treated relatively well, and on certain days she had the love of a man; biologically her father.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

"SORIN KIM!" The thunderous voice had all the chattering students in the hallway zip their mouth right up. Eira turned around to see her homeroom teacher Mr. Williams drenched entirely with some greenish, gooey substance that looked very similar to slime, looking all creepy, disgusting and funny at the same time. No wonder he was so livid. It seemed that Eira’s homeroom teacher had become a victim- once again-to Sorin Kim's pranks, the notorious prankster of her school.

Kenji Sato stood at the head, 6'1" of lethal grace wrapped in a midnight-blue bespoke suit that clung like a lover's promise. Porcelain skin stretched over high cheekbones, jet-black hair slicked back to reveal obsidian eyes that locked onto mine with unnerving precision. A thin scar sliced his left jaw, a whisper of violence. His mouth curved in a half-smirk as he extended his hand. I took it, expecting firmness. Instead, his grip lingered—warm, unyielding, thumb brushing my knuckle in a graze that sent unwelcome heat coiling up my arm. "Ms. Whitaker," he said, faint Japanese accent wrapping each syllable like silk over steel. "Your reputation precedes you." His eyes didn't waver, dissectin

“Why him of all people?” Yamato Eiji is probably the only person in the world who thinks of Aronohai Miyamura as less. He calls his name the same way one might call the name of a cursed demon. So, I can understand where he’s coming from, but that judgmental tone kind of pisses me off. “Why would I not want to have sex with him?”. He scoffs at me. “Would you want to sleep with a parasite, Sorahiko?”. “Of course not. How would I even do that?”.

“For someone that you do not really know, did not see, except for the few times where she tried to play perfectionist, you are putting away too much efforts on her and way too much faith in her.” I turned slowly, eyes narrowing on Mikhail, my most trusted Beta. He stood near the bookshelves, arms folded behind his back, gaze steady. Always the calm one, the level-headed one, but never afraid to speak what he saw. He was the one person who could speak to me freely. The two of us grew with one another, rose from the ashes together, stood strong, stood against everything that defied us. This was not just an alpha and beta conversation, this was a friend's conversation.