Yang Kai Novels & Stories

Almost like coding. “What are you doing?” I ask curiously, looking confused as I watch him type away “Hacking into the System Database” Came His clipped answer, a Signal that he Won't Give up Much information. “Bingo” I squint My eyes at the screen, at the Sound of his Voice, “Son's name is Roman, was born August 5. There's no Other information about his friends, School, or Anything Else.” “What about the year?” “It doesn't say here”

"If you haven't left, I will be forced to charge you the shop's income right now. You're also causing a shambles here." "Be it, Miss Dahlia." He wasn't even affected despite what I said. Kai Carter is his name. His name is a bit familiar to me, but I don’t know where I heard it. Familiar or not? Oh, Carter?! Yuki Carter. My favorite writer. Despite this, the man in front of me has the same surname as she does. I'm hoping they're not related to each other. Yuki is an adoptive child as well.

"A kind shopkeeper just informed me that you're in need of a set of knives" Kalista frowned up at Jade. What did he need knives for? "Indeed," Jade agreed, his eyes trained on the man. "Who are you?" "My name is K, but everyone calls me Kai," the man said and he smiled cheerfully. "I am a swordsmith, maker of the peculiar daggers" ... Daily updates will begin now. Please vote for the story as you read as an encouragement. Lots of love.

They chose the chair near the blurry wall and Krysie called for Sanya's attention—her friend from before. "Krysie?!" Recognition filled Sanya's eyes that she almost jumped while walking towards them. "Oh my God, it's you!" "Yes, it's me. I miss you, Sanya!" She smiled widely. Sanya De Guzman is from the Philippines, the one who taught her about the word Kuya. She's kind and hardworking, sadly Krysie isn't hardworking as she is. "What's your order?" Sanya asked and turned her attention to Kaizer. She was stunned a bit, maybe it's because of his oozing handsome face. "And you, Atty. Knight?"

“Eve.” The man’s eyes narrowed briefly, a smirk rising to his lips. “Evelina,” he purred, rolling my name around on his tongue as though he tasted it. “My name is Keane Hearne. My brothers and I run this institute.” “You—what?” I looked over at Kacey, hoping for an explanation, but she still seemed frozen on the spot. “We’re the bosses here,” he said. “But don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time.”

He kept his eyes on me, waiting to hear what I had to say, his expression softening as he allowed himself to relax. “Ever heard of the saying, ‘a king only bows down to his queen’?” I asked, looking him in the eye. Alexei nodded, crossing his arms over his shoulder as he waited for what I would be saying “I will be sure that everyone bows down to you, and I too, would bow down to you when in public. But, Alpha Alexei, you are an Alpha, Pakhan, leader, and king over everyone outside, on me, the two of us are one, do you understand me? If you want to start calling me your Luna, then I do suggest that you start acting like it”

"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.

She taught Park Yongxin everything. Park Yongxin, far away in South Korea, held his mobile phone in trembling hands. If it weren't for the fact that they were separated by thousands of miles, he would have killed his son with his own hands. Who was Yang Xiao? He was the Dragon Lord, who has extraordinary abilities and could turn the world upside down with a few words! If you offended him, you wouldn't even know how you died.

“Because if he finds out, it won’t end well for either of us.” My smirk deepened. “Oh, you misunderstand everything. Kael isn’t the one you should be worried about.” An unreadable expression crossed her face, clenching her jaw. “You do know his nickname, do you?” I continued, my voice dropping into a whisper as I stepped closer. “The Living Yama.” I lifted a finger and traced an imaginary line across my chest. “If he finds you here, what do you think he’ll do? Punish me? Or carve you into a million tiny pieces?”

Shall I start? "Yes, that'll be wonderful". She gave him a radiant smile. Before speaking, Yeong cleared his throat. "I'm Bak Ganghan Yeong, a 29-year-old. I was born and raised in Seoul, and during a brief visit to Whales, I studied English there". He indicated that she should continue.