Watanabe Haruto Novels & Stories

Daisy exclaimed, and I hand-shoved her to be mute. “Hmn hmn!” The CEO nodded. “This establishment is owned by my family, The Moranos. But run by me. Everyone is welcome to nest here. Clients. Friends. Enemies. Business associates, or whatever. There are over six thousand staff working in every sector of the establishment. The last opening we had was days back and we’ve gotten the right staff. But I will still fix you two somewhere. A section that will be best for both of you.” He sent his gaze to the man behind him. “Get me Matilda. Tell her, I need her right now,” he ordered.

Yuta explained. Jai frowned when he heard the fourth name. “I’ve heard of that one.” “Oh which one of has you heard of it? Takeshi Hirabayashi or Satoshi Hirabayashi?” Yuta asked him. “The latter one, Satoshi.” As the humans talked, the little companions were busy with themselves. Shoru pawed at Yuta’s opened palm while Rita pecked softly at Shoru’s tufts, managed to pluck some out which she then dropped to the floor. It didn’t result in bald spot, and the little wolfy didn’t seem to be feel any pain from her fur plucked out, making Rita quite confused. Sakura was only watching all of them silently, as per usual.

I could tell the sword contained some quantity of wolf bane, which meant death or literal weakness. “Alpha Ryu, that was your personal assistant. Your must-trust man, apart from your beta. How are you going to cope?” “Let’s see. I’ll have to assign a new personal assistant to survive, but who is worthy of my trust?”. “Definitely not me,” I blurted out unconsciously. “I doubt that,” he gazed at me, raising my chin up with his index finger. “What do you mean, Alpha Ryu?” “What would you say about a promotion?”

Watanabe opened a conversation as they sat in the back passenger seat. “The agency is doing well. And Itsuki,” Mariko chuckled, “he’s still the Itsuki we’ve known. Womanizer... But he’s doing well and is recruiting more fighters.” “That’s great.” Mr. Watanabe smiled, but his warm smile faded as he remembered the loss of Mariko’s sister. “I heard about what happened to Hana, and I’m sorry I couldn’t attend the funeral.” He sincerely apologized, but Mariko smiled, reassuring him that it was okay.

the diver said looking at the guy through the rare view mirror who was wearing the black glasses along with the clean beard face. "Watanabe Takeshi finally you have been found" the guy smirks

The craftsmanship, the quiet elegance, it felt like stepping into another century. Footsteps approached. Haruto Suzuki entered first, impeccable in a charcoal kimono-style jacket over tailored trousers. Beside him walked the interpreter I recognized from the waterfront lounge, and a woman who could only be his wife. She is stunning, flawless porcelain skin, long black hair pinned in an elegant twist, wearing a deep plum kimono embroidered with silver cranes. She looked no older than me, maybe twenty-five or twenty-six, but carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone who’d grown up knowing exactly who she was.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Haruka was walking with her head up high, as if she would get her revenge today. Next to her was an Islander male wearing a robe, walking in with his eyes closed. He wore a white robe, and he seemed otherworldly. Harvey instinctively looked at him, thinking that he looked pretty familiar. Immediately, he remembered who he was. Harvey had met him back in the Flutwell. He was the representative of the Island Nation, Haru Miyamoto. He was most likely Haruka's backer, and she had probably shown off a lot using him. However, his face was all swollen after he slapped him back then.

This is technically, my favorite part of Haruto's Chashitsu. Haruto stood waiting for me as I pulled up at the entrance of his Chashitsu. He was all smiles, wearing a beautiful red kimono designed with dragon patterns. One look at Haruto and you immediately get the idea of a rich potbellied businessman. He was a good-natured jolly man and successful too. He also has many wives. Stepping out of my car, I handed the key over to a servant boy who came up to me and walked towards Haruto.

His lower half is now very visible to Hiroshi's sight. "I'm done with this so I want you to make sure that everything is according to what we have discussed during the meeting. Also, when I leave the country I will let Cain visit the Hotel from time to time to oversee some of the important files that will be left here so guide him. I will let my dad know my schedule that way he can assign someone as my proxy whenever I bring you with me in country J." said Hiroshi to his secretary Wataru. Wataru was the one he had hired by himself, he trusted him very much as the other is very loyal to him in return. He did have another secretary but the only secretary who knows about his other affairs and s