Koki の小説・ストーリー

I smile when I see Everly sitting in one of the chairs, watching Gio cook. “Welcome home, boss,” Gio says. “Gio, I am not your boss, so just call me Kaden. Whatever you are cooking smells delicious.” I tell him. “Hey, handsome, how was work?” Everlyasks. “It was a good day, little sprite. I am glad to see the two of you getting along.” I comment.

I shot back, smiling. Then I glanced at the staff standing in a far corner, waiting for orders. I shoved an apple pie closer. “I watch, and you eat…unless there’s a snitch at the table and they rat you out.” I whispered, conspiratorial, pulling a shadow of a smile out of him. The other wolf huffed, feigning irritation. Then Nino lifted his hands and started signing at me. «It’s a decoy. Don’t even try it. It’s sweetened with stevia and I don’t know how much other bullshit.»

She bowed as well and took a seat across from Kent. “Hello Alpha Kent.” She stuttered. “Beautiful. Everything I heard about your daughter is proven true. She is a vision.” Kent said. Then he snapped his fingers. The wolf under him left his side and circled Marianna, he whimpered, then came back to Kent. Kent nodded at him. “Would you like supper, Alpha Kent? I’ve made turkey legs. Freshly caught.” Marianna excitedly said. “Who caught it?” Kent asked. “J—“ Marianna started but my mother gave her a warning look. “I did.” She finished.

Kōjin (laughing so hard the volcano rumbles): “Welcome to the family, Himuari-Nakamura. Weird is the baseline.” He snaps his fingers and a table appears (low kotatsu, steaming bowls of kitsune udon the size of bathtubs, sake that tastes like sunrise). We eat under a sky that’s half open volcano, half Kyoto twilight. I steal his chopsticks just to watch him pout. Seras: “So… do I call you Dad? Kōjin-sama? Old man who smells like charcoal?” Kōjin (soft, ancient eyes warm): “You call me whatever feels like home.

Visitors to the Sydney Aquarium leisurely flow around them, busy contemplating marine predators. - Not at all! Let's ask that Japanese with a camera over there, if you don't believe me. Mister, hello… tell me, is the girl beautiful? The Japanese smiles, nods, listens attentively: - Canesna, kasavita! Both are tart! And he takes a picture - Louis and Keith hugging against the background of a blue glass tunnel and fish floating in the water column. “Foul play,” Kitsune snorts. He is from Japan and I have big eyes and red hair. Of course, for him it is already beautiful. Wow! Look, look over there, what a fish!

It’s just Buriko in a chef uniform. They hear a commotion like applause and shouts around them. The white illumination highlights the judge in the middle. “A chef who is specialized in cutting anything. His accurate and precise incision always makes his food having an exquisite garnish. This is it, Chef Cocong.” It’s just Cocong whose shroud is painted so that it will look like a blazer, yet in the end, he just looks like a giant Indonesian exclusive Mighty Beanz. I’m sorry, I don’t know what the equivalent word for Mighty Beanz is.

said Mizuki. “Let me help you with that”. Kei took a quick view of the menu and said, “You should order Mini S’mores Eclairs. Believe me they are very delicious and you will love them”. “Okay!” Mizuki said to the cooking staff, “Umm… excuse me I would like to order Mini S’mores Eclairs please”. “And you?” Waiter asked Kei. “Oh, I would like black coffee. That’s it” After we were done placing order, we both went to the seat and I asked Kei:

They all replied like they were replying to a command from a general. "Oga,omo kan bere yin ( a child is asking for you sir)" one of the men pointed to Dami drawing their attention back on Dami. "Ehn ehn kilo fe? (What do you want?)" Mr Aguda asked him in a calm voice,his face softening.

Valencia pointed his hand to Chris, and he waved his hands to say hello. "I see. Let me introduce myself. I am Koli Fier Augusta. You can call me as Ko-Fi it's a combination of the 1st syllables of my first and second name." He introduces himself, and I don't know what to feel right now.