Yang Kai Novels & Stories

If the Raksasa King did not know about that person, they would be clueless about him. "Father!" Alaric strode toward the Raksasa King and explained respectfully, "That is Yang Jian, the man they honored as the Grandmaster Erlang. He is now the king of the North Moana Continent." Alaric turned to look at Yang Jian, who hovered in mid-air, intently, and continued to say, "Legend has it that Yang Jian has cultivated for thousands of years. We cannot underestimate his powers, and we must be cautious."

They’re not all like that, but enough of them that it makes me tense up as soon as they open their mouths. The cringe waiting to vomit out is exhausting. Rylie and I are used to weeding out the freaks and finding a few guys that we don’t mind being around. Currently, the only one we like is this heir Han Yang-rae. He speaks pretty good English, and he’s kind of become our interpreter and cultural guide. The goddess only knows we need all the help we can get to keep the rank-diggers away.

I could tell he secretly hoped we were going to the beach. Looking at his excited little face made me grimace inwardly. I wished it was a holiday in the Bahamas or Miami but it wasn't. We were both going to be staying with Nikolas Sica. It was disappointing that I was the only one that would be saddened by that information. Samuel clearly loved Mr. Sica. The poor thing was unaware of how awful that businessman could be. Somehow, despite being absent all his life, Samuel still regarded Nikolas Sica as his father upon learning his identity.

“Don’t let anyone hear this from you.” I pushed her hand away from me, “Why are you being so protective, stopping me from speaking?” “I’m stopping you from getting killed by her. She is the fated mate of Alpha Leonardo, and they are getting engaged today. Her name is Freya,” Daisy informed me about the last thing I expected to hear.

he asked me. Stanley’s POV Since, my contact with Kate I have been trying to put two and two together, I discovered that her parents might not be as simple as everyone think. Moreover, from a psychological point of view I think she suffered from PTSD. “Her dad is a Syrian American and her mom is a Belgian. They died when she was eight years old. Her full name is Kate Zainab Omar.” Emma’s POV “Wow! I don’t even that much” I said with excitement. “Why does that name Zainab sounds so familiar?” I asked Stanley.

Kai turns his head towards her direction and smiles charmingly at her. "Hello there, Janelle." Kaivan Arnand is one of the most talked about business men in the city. He's been the front cover of Eleo Zaleo Magazine's hottest bachelor business men. He makes right about millions every day, let not talk about in a year. He's dated multiple high class girls, models and actresses throughout the years and formed alliances with fellow powerful and prestigious empires around the world.

Killarney, Ireland, 1840 Kian O'Braonain was the best friend anyone in the world could ever have. He could run as fast as lightening, climb like a cat, and hit a bird with a stone from twenty yards. While Aaron seldom had a chance to play with his friend now that he was older and had more responsibility, his Ma usually didn’t mind if he walked home with Kian after mass, and the boys would spend several hours running around the base of Torc Mountain, tossing stones in the lake, or running through the village scaring the chickens and the cows.

added Lyra with a shudder. ”Humph, too bad I wasn’t able to reach you in time when he came to visit you back at the Collage. And he has no picture available, not even social media?” ”Unfortunately, none Bien. He’s totally under the radar. Even his messenger has a Korean actor for a picture. And his name is even in Korean text.” ”Great... just wonderful!" sarcastically snapped The Interviewer. "We’ll get you a cartographer. I want a picture of that asshole, even if it’s just a fucking sketch! Nanny! Nanny, can you please...”

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

He said. That day he also gave me a new name. Khada Raiko. The next year, He sent me to what he calls the Institute of War. It was a restaurant at first but, as we got in, He presented a small square gold shape token with (IW-HO R 7th) engraving in it, to the cashier. We entered a secret elevator, while in the elevator he picks up another token from his pocket and put it in one of the missing elevator's buttons. He presses it and a new series of underground floors added to the elevator's buttons, descending 25 floors underground. We stopped at the 2nd underground floor. As the elevator opened, People wearing tuxedos and leather jacket accompany themselves in a mini bar on the left, on the ri