Novel & Cerita Tanaka Kiyoko

Eiko sat seiza, precise, silver-streaked chignon unyielding, fox-sharp features softened only by pearl earrings, swaying judgment. I lowered, opposite an athletic frame, folding disciplined despite the South Side itch to bolt, hazel eyes locking her piercing dark. She poured matcha in a slow ritual, jade-ringed fingers steady as katana strikes, bowl extended in two-handed reverence, masking steel. "Nia Whitaker," she said, Tokyo clip weaving English silk, "you intrigue. Kenji's crisis queen, dismantling his careful chaos. Drink." Bitter green coated my tongue, grounding the unease prickling my scar above the brow. "Intrigue's mutual, Eiko-san. Inviting the enemy to tea? Bold play for a woman

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”

Ryuji's face went back to the cold and aloof façade he puts on. "Mr. Tanaka, this is my date, Ms. Kamenaga Ayane. I'm sure you've heard of her." After the public announcement made by Archetive about the new President and owner of the company, Ayane's name became the talk of the town. Mr. Tanaka looked over at Ayane and smiled.

“Kitagawa Sakura. Nice to meet you.” “I’m Yamamura Akari! Nice to meet you too, Kitagawa-san!” the girl said enthusiastically with a wide grin. “Nii-san,” she added with a teasing smile, “is she a friend… or a friend?” “Mom’s going to be so happy when she sees her!” “Mom?” The question flashed quickly through Sakura’s mind. Whose mom…? Heri let out a small sigh, then turned to Sakura and explained. “Akari is the eldest daughter of my host family here in Tokyo.”

Mrs Parker objected. "It's not about him mom. I have a lot of homework and studies to do, I'm super exhausted now and I have had a long day" She made up the excuse. "Okay my dear" ****** "Who are you and how do you know all of this?" Isabella couldn't help but ask. "I am Marco McCoy! your kidnapper. And how do I know what.. that you are a good girl! It's written on your face love" He quickly covered up.

Hating him for leaving his family and having the thought that he was living well somewhere was much more easier than accepting that he was gone and he would never return. "Park Hwi," The old man started, "Your father was a Korean member of the Kazuno clan. A crime group syndicate that operates in Japan. He was accused of betraying his group by selling information to outsiders. He was killed by Kazuno Haruto, the leader of the clan. Your mother fled to South Korea with your uncle then moved to London. You know nothing about this, aren't you?"

“I guess if it’s just talking, I can help you out, as long as you assure me my life won’t be endangered.” “You have my word, Isabella of—” “It’s just Bella!” Kyouka raised a brow at her outburst. Realizing she might have come off as disrespectful, she softened her tone. “Just call me Bella.” “Very well.” --- While the Sumiyoshi-kai ruled most of Japan, there were still territories under the umbrella of other organizations. The small village of Kito was one such place. Kyouka’s sister had taken refuge there because she knew he couldn’t reach her.

Ryu explained, but it only led to more questions. "What do you mean? What do you mean being raised to be brutal?" Kyoko couldn’t imagine the situation Ryu was describing. "Let me explain," Yui interrupted, glaring at Ryu. He started the explanation from the middle. "Do you know about Hayato?" Yui asked. "Yes, Akiko’s father. The first son of Masaki Tanaka—Nidaime," Kyoko replied, sharing her knowledge.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

"Tanaka Koishi one of his famous painting was 'a frightening edge' and the 'queen mountain flower' and he had gone by the name of Yong Ke Ai which also means brave and cute' The first time she had seen him from the distance talking to others with the bright smile over his face. The light into his eyes as he talked to others, but the next time when she saw Koishi she was shocked. Just seeing him at her doorstep holding the pizza box for the delivery with the small smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes at all.