Vocaloid Kyo Novels & Stories

"He's taking a nap. All right, we still have a lot to do .." "Alright, text me if you need anything." "Face thickness, Cole. I need face thickness to face Loren later." I heard him laugh on the other line. "Believe me, Celine, you have alot of that." "Fuck you." I ended the call and smiled right after. I went back outside and saw Kyo finished moving things. "Kyo," I called. He was leaning back in the car with his hands in his pockets. He was very handsome in his white t-shirt and denim jeans. Even with his simple clothes, he can really turn women around. Maybe there are many girls in LCMS who's head over heels for him?

Let alone the fact that Mieko provoked these three bastards because of him, even if Mieko was a passer-by who had nothing to do with him, he would not sit idly by when he was in danger. Kyo Nomura's hand almost touched Mieko's clothes. Mieko couldn't help screaming and moving back. "B*stard, go away!" “If you want to refuse, then welcome them. Haha, I like it!” Kyo Takeda laughed evilly as he advanced step by step! “She doesn’t like fellows like you that court death!” Yang Xiao endured the enormous pain in her chest as she held a sword in her right hand, and then she suddenly shot it explosively towards Kyo Takeda.

They lie at random, who fell where, exhausted, deafened, and Kit's fingers slowly wander from one to the other, caressing quietly and gratefully. Darkness can't... Keith. One. The only one. Ki-tsu-ne. A syllable for each of her men. Three steps up the stairs to hell. Three steps up the stairs to heaven. kitsune Kitsune copper-eyed - Cunning red creature, sweeps tails, Weaves an unreal fairy tale: Promises January Exchange for compliant May, A soulless photo For tenderness and eternal affection. Grinds small teeth In the familiar grin of the gods, I know - it will destroy, not in a year

After all I did not finish what I started. “My name is Emma Well,” he introduced himself across the room. I laughed in my mind. He looks so much like Kevin. “You look so much like Kevin,” I complimented. My words had the desired effects. His face darkened with anger. I laughed at him. “He looked exactly the same way, when I was choking the life out of him. Just that he was a little bit scared,” I mocked. “I… mean…he was pleading for his life; real…cute.” I stuttered intentionally while reminiscing that moment.

How pathetic? Taurus… You must think you’re hot shit? You think you’re better than me you can’t speak? If it wasn’t for me your ass wouldn’t have shit. You’re just like all these bitches. Capri knew she struck a nerve. All he could do was hurl insults even without her responding. He could not help himself. He went on and on for about an hour. Until finally there was nothing but silence. 🎶 I guesssss I fell in loveeee with a toy soldier!🎶 Capri got in the shower singing this - Keri Hilson song.

I say, trying not to make any promises because there is no guarantee that I’ll keep them. Lukas stares at the screen curiously, looking at the image on it and his small hand goes out to touch the screen before looking up with enormous eyes at Chloe. “Ma-mah!” He calls to her, tapping on her chest, “Ka-ren.” He exclaims. I gasp in surprise, almost choking on the cornflakes I’d just taken into my mouth and cover my mouth. “He just called my name! How can he know my name?” “I tell him about you, his far away aunt with pictures and remember the three-minute video you sent him? It’s like his new favourite thing.”

“I promise it's because I've been asleep for many years, please tell me who you are.” “Let go of me.” Violet grinned and let go of his hand. “Your energy feels peaceful. It's no wonder I feel a sense of calm near you. I promise I don't mean anything else.” “If that's true, release the kind boy you kidnapped from Star rock.” Violet bit her lip and her pale cheeks flushed. “H-how do you know that?” “I'm a god unlike you so of course, I know everything.” “Wait,” Violet grabbed his wrist and stood in front of him, gazing into his dreamy eyes. “You're not a god now. Although your essence is there, you..”

Then a voice. A voice she had not heard in twenty-three years. A voice she had heard in the recordings her father had kept — home videos, a handful of phone messages he had never been able to delete — until she stopped letting herself listen to them because the grief of it was a door she couldn't afford to keep opening. A voice she had heard in her own voice, sometimes, in certain registers and certain silences. The inheritance of sound that children carry without knowing it. "Nyla." One word.

"King Leo, step back from the dais." Kael’s voice echoed through the corner speakers. It wasn't the jagged, distorted rasp of the Ghost/Admin I had heard during the breach. It was a flat, clinical drone, stripped of Kael’s baritone warmth. It was the sound of a machine that had just inherited a tomb.

"—Screeeeek!" His sister froze for two seconds, then erupted in laughter powerful enough to blow the roof off. "Big bro! You sound like a frog caught in a door!" Takuto’s expression shifted from shock to shame to fury, finally settling into a complex blend of despair and homicidal intent. "This... is... temporary!" he growled through gritted teeth, but each syllable came out in a different pitch, like a tragic symphony gone off the rails. Takuto Kimura. Age: 9. Physical age: officially entered puberty. Mental age: still the 30-year-old former corporate CEO he once was. And now, his vocal cords appeared to be the first casualty in the war between soul and body.