Yuki Maeda Novels & Stories

It turned out that she was the one who had a surprise for him. The smile that he wore as he approached the dressing room vanished, and his expression turned darker. He heard every word she said crystal clear. Her ridicule did not escape him, too. He did not need to guess who was with her in the room. He knew that it’s from Yuki Yamada, a former member of a male group and a rising matinee star. Some say that Yuki’s looks are second only to his.

She asked confused. "You know..." She paused, "the confession." She whispered. She immediately stopped eating, She was probably remembering what he said. "Wait, did you get rejected?" Another one of her friends chimed in. "Misa!!" The first girl gasped. "What Mai?" She turned to Yuki. "What did you expect? He's Touya Matsuzaki, a rich, hot and elite alpha. Did you think he was just gonna say, yeah sure let's date. Be realistic. The only chance you'd have with him is if you use your pheromones on him." She said harshly.

I stopped talking and my phone rang, and the caller was Brother Mage. “Thana, please just please let my secretary come back; I need her.” He sounded problematic, but he needed to endure it for a day. For her sexual life “I’ll send my secretary, brother; Yuki will come in tomorrow.” “Don’t complain, you’ll be happy with what I did,” when I’m proud of him and I feel like he’s doing a facepalm right now. “I hired Yuki to be my secretary, not your shopping buddy.” I pouted and looked at Yuki. Lying there and massaging

Snap! The man’s neck made a 360-degree spin. His life left him on the spot. Koda’s eyes nearly fell out of its sockets. This woman had killed a person without even batting an eyelid. It was way too horrifying. “Don’t kill as you please, Waltz. Keep these people around. I’ll put them to good use,” Maya said. “Maya, what use could you possibly make of a few Japanese?” Waltz asked. Maya looked at Koda. “This one is the director of Miki Consortium’s international marketing department. He’s also the fourth son of Miki Consortium’s president. With him in my hands, I’ll be able to do lots of things,” Maya said.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

-Me) I hit the send button and got back to work. I put most of the stuff in my cabinet. I have snacks and other food in there to eat if I get hungry and can’t get out or the day gets too busy to order lunch. TING! (You are welcome, my little sprite. I was told ginger ale is good for nausea, so I put some in there. No offense, but I tried some, and that shit is terrible, but if it helps you, then it is ok.-Kaden)

Luna Claudia nodded in response and she shook her head, snapping herself out of whatever she was thinking. “You are right about that one,” Luna Claudia said, and Mario wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to his chest. He looked at Ezra who was standing on the windowsill from the outside, staring out at the people. It was a habit that he often had, a trick that he taught me whenever he wanted to run was to jump out of these heights, and though I knew that I might never be as good as he was, I knew that he was impressed by how fast I learned. But then again, having a father like mine, despite not telling me who he was, I was still forced to train, athletically at least.

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

"The only thing I know about you is that you're not Jewish, you're a web developer, your name starts with K... and that's pretty much it." She pursed her lips, as if deep in thought. "Alright," she paused. "I'll tell you some things about me." He leaned back on his chair, staring at her wide-eyed with anticipation and all-ears. "I'm not really a web developer at Clix," she revealed, her mouth twisted into a vicious smile. Jesse's brows furrowed in confusion. "I work at International Center of Photography Museum, Jesse," she explained. "My roommate is the web developer, I just asked her to run your information on the database for me. I got... curious." She shrugged her shoulders, her cheeks t