Tanaka Kazunari Novels & Stories

Tanaka's was chosen by Shiro mostly because he wanted an open kitchen where chefs do stunts while cooking. As they walked through the door one of the "stunt chefs" caught their attention, he was youngest among them and he looked very familiar to Shiro "oohh.....that's Yamato from class " Shiro said,finally recognizing the young chef. Yamato as student was the most unusual of them all, his father was the school janitor so everybody knows he wasn't from a rich family and most of the royal kids made jest of him. He he was the non royals students

He was never fit to run a pack. I arrived at the tombs. At first they appeared uninhabited, but once you understood the layouts of the maze like crypts, you realize that you could weave through them easily. A fire lit torch burned brightly at the entrance, and I took it making my way through the tomb. "Nikolai Rydor," an attendant's voice bounced off the walls of the tomb. "We've been expecting you." I nodded, going after her. And soon we came up upon the elders gathering.

“I see you wanted to remind me about the meeting; i didn’t need your help, by the way.” He left like he hadn't just touched me, his hands behind swinging beside him as he walked like a monster, full of pride. What did he mean by he didn’t need my help? It’s my position as his personal maid to take care of things like that. Did he really downgrade me, saying that I was useless? Tch! “As we all know, my personal assistant, Samantha, was attacked by someone who learned the art of Tai. We struggled as we took an investigation on the case, and now the Gamma, Kyle, has caught him.” Ryu let out.

“Alpha Kilhan, this is much bigger than we thought. We are dealing with a great enemy here. For him to have gotten this report concealed, then he is a man of power and influence, greater than we imagined.” “I don’t care if he’s a god! I’ll find him and I’ll kill him.” I uttered with gritted teeth. “The first record, have you found out who owned the account?” I further asked, raising my head to look at him. “Yes, the account had the name Tima Maria. The money was withdrawn immediately the account was credited, and I also found out it was the first and last money to get into this account. It was closed immediately after the withdrawal.” “And did you find this Tima Maria?” I further inquired an

"Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!" Lei Tianrui and the others jittered. They had done enough research to know more about their enemy. Yamamoto Kusakara was one of them. He was not on the top list of the powerhouses in Japan, but he had already reached the third level of Covert Power.

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 old man looked up as Ren entered the cemetery before the teen bowed politely to him, a gesture that the old caretaker returned, and Ren went on his way. The teen then went along a path quite familiar to him by then, arriving at the furthest point of the cemetery, the quietest and also the most peaceful area in the cemetery. Ren said nothing and showed nothing on his face as he walked up to one of the gravestones that had the following words inscribed on it in the Japanese kanji letters: Here lies Tatsuya Fujiyama 15 May 1990 – 14 July 2006

Mid-forties, expensive suit, familiar in a way I couldn't place. "Marcus Steele," he said in perfect English. "We finally meet." "Do I know you?" "Not yet. But you'll want to." He handed me a card. "Ryo Nakamura. I have information about your father's company. Information that might interest you." "What kind of information?" "The kind that explains why Kenji Tanaka really wants you in Tokyo. And it has nothing to do with his investment." Ryo glanced at Hana, who was suddenly very interested in her phone. "Call me when you're alone. Trust me—you'll want to hear this."

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

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.”