Sento Takahashi Novels & Stories

Sebastian felt his heart skip a beat and glanced at Haruka. “Her name is Sakura Taito,” Haruka said, leading Sebastian into the living room. “She’s very beautiful and very famous, so I’ve heard. She will be wearing one of my precious pieces.” “I see,” Sebastian murmured. “Don’t look at me like that, Onii-chan,” they heard Akira snap. “I’m not jealous. So not jealous of her. I’m just pissed that she gets to wear Oba-chan’s necklace.” “If she doesn’t wear that necklace, then who will?” the deep, manly voice of Sosuke Suzuki asked. “You?”

Yahiko suddenly saw a glimmer of hope as he blurted out, “I do not want them to be able to find him! As long as the Takahashi family is unable to find Charlie, they will always remain a laughingstock in Japan! Hahaha! That is really so satisfying!” After that, Yahiko stood up immediately before he lit another cigar. After taking a puff of his cigar, he instructed, “Tanaka, send a bouquet of flowers and a fruit basket to the Takahashi family under my name. Just say that I am expressing my sympathy for them! I want to provoke and disgust them to death! Hahaha!”

Lorenzo sarcastically said, especially on the 'foreign'. "The name's Lorenzo Takahashi." The one with short hair says, standing in front of me as I'm sitting at the side of the bed. "What?" Leo grunted while Lorenzo nudged his younger brother. The younger one clicks his tongue in annoyance, hesitating to speak up. "...Leo- Leo Takahashi." "And lastly, Toshiro Fujii." I sat on the bed, hands on my lap, my gaze fixed on the floor, never leaving it, never daring to make eye contact with the four men in front of me.

he corrected, glancing pointedly at her name tag as if to emphasize his familiarity with formalities. Dryzza’s lips curved into a small, almost mocking smile. “Hmm,” she hummed nonchalantly, brushing off his correction with practiced ease. Sai took the opportunity to step forward, offering a polite smile to diffuse the subtle tension building between them. “Good evening, Dr. Takahashi,” he greeted warmly, extending a hand. “I’m Detective Saito Hamada. We’ve met before—at your house, if you recall.” Takumi accepted the handshake with a polite nod. “Ah, yes. Good evening, Detective Hamada.”

"He arrived at the shower block, Body Space 8. He had more or less resigned himself to the women being old and decrepit and was taken aback to see teenagers. There were four of them near the showers, all between fifteen and seventeen, opposite the sinks. Two of them wore bikini bottoms and waited as the other two played under the shower like otters, chatting and laughing and splashin..." "Nah."Marcus flips the next page. "This wouldn't work for me. I don't want teenagers as my model" Jenifer chuckled at his words and shakes her head as she looks for another scene by another author. "Okay this.. Haruki Murakami, Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

I wave at her as I rush out of the kitchen before she asks me to spend time with her another day. I normally find the gym empty when I come down, but today Santino is around, and he is lifting some weights, as if he even needs to. His body is already in perfect shape, and the weights must weigh like paper to him. Besides that, he does look hot in black gym shorts and a black vest that shows off the large muscles on his arms. I wet my lips and averted my eyes instantly. I know he has noticed me staring, he notices everything; he just chooses what topic to speak about.

I released a louder voice and it echoed down the wide hallways. The lightning made me blink and a sudden appearance of a guy wearing all white came in front of my eyes. I can never forget his green eyes glowing in every lightning struck. It will forever be forged inside my head. His light brown curly hair is perfectly matching his chiseled jaws. He is wearing white sleeves folded to his elbow with two buttons open. “Don’t be afraid, I mean no harm,” he said with a calming voice. I’m just 14 and he is much taller than me. He walked towards me making me get a more vivid view of his beardless face. His hand landed on my head patting it very softly.

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”

She fakes a shudder. I narrow my eyes at her but she's not intimidated and in fact, smiles wider enjoying my misery. I don't regret the fact that I decided to dress casually today but I shouldn't have forgotten about the conference call today. Mr Hiroshi Takahashi is a very weird man who likes to do things his own way and if you want something from him... you have to dance to his tunes.

I had no idea what was drawn but on my… it was so hot. He wore a white T-shirt with its buttons stopped working right above his belly. He tucked in his shirt in neatly tailored suit pants. He had no belt on but it rested firmly around his waist. One of his hands was in his pocket, while the other was out, showcasing the expensive-looking rings he had around his fingers. He had other accessories like earrings, bracelets, and a necklace that had his name ‘KILHAN’ written boldly on it. His formal shoes were sparkling under the club lights. Without a doubt, he was a god.