Yoshiki Tanaka Novels & Stories

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

Then he looked at the young man beside him and said, “This is Yoko. He's good with computers and he is an International spy. I get all of my information from him because those on the field report directly to him. He has been with me for years, serving me in the shadows. But now, he's yours.” “Mine?” Zane asked as he raised his eyebrows, looking at the other man, who smiled and nodded. “My name is Yosuke Hanamura, and I was hired from Blackhole by Mr. Alfred at a very young age, and now, it will be my honor to continue my service to him by serving you.” Yoko said with a deep bow towards Zane.

I tried holding myself back, but there was quite a lot to hold back in. “Alpha… Ryu.”

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”

DAMIEN The Tanaka Industries boardroom is intimidating by design—all dark wood and modern art, with a view of Marina Bay that's meant to remind you of the power and money at stake. Across the table, Hiroshi Tanaka, CEO and patriarch, sits flanked by his legal team and his daughter. Yuki Tanaka. She's thirty-two, Harvard-educated, and according to every business publication in Asia, the future of Tanaka Industries. Brilliant, ruthless, and beautiful in a way that's designed to be both weapon and armor.