Do Ha-na Novels & Stories

“You have exactly the look this dress was made for. Trust yourself, and you’ll shine out there.” “Yes, Miss,” Hana answered, her voice barely more than a whisper, though for the first time, a tiny spark of hope flickered in her eyes. Kathalina smiled faintly, her expression kind and encouraging. “What’s your name?” “I-I’m Hana Amber,” the girl stammered softly, bowing her head slightly. “I’m Kathalina Ruiz,” she replied gently, extending a hand. Hana’s eyes widened a little, clearly shocked that such a famous designer would bother to introduce herself properly. She quickly reached out and accepted the handshake, her fingers trembling just a little.

And then… a small hand tugged on my sleeve. I looked down. A little girl, maybe six, stood there. Brown curls framed her round cheeks, and her eyes were wide and bright. She was so cute. She smiled up at me shyly. “My name’s Hana,” she said softly. “Can I train too?” I crouched so I was eye-level with her. “Hi, Hana. You want to train?” She nodded, “I wanna be strong. So I can protect my mama.” I blinked. My heart squeezed so tight I almost forgot how to breathe. Behind her, I saw her mother, Oliveira, watching us with soft, tired eyes.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

Whispering languages ​​only the two of them knew. As a child, Elora approached Hëna with no feelings. She wasn’t afraid, sad, worried, or had any negative thoughts about the moon goddess in front of her. One word that always crossed little Elora’s mind was beautiful. Hëna is exquisite. Dressed in silver, white, and light as bright and graceful as the moon.

I groaned because this wasn’t going to end well. And I was right. Hanna had grabbed that finger of his and bent it back, making him howl in pain. “I am Hana Kinsley, the Princess of the Bloodmoon Pack. Not pipsqueak and not any other stupid name you might try to think up. I don’t care what you are to her. She is my father’s mate, my pack’s Luna, and my stepmother. Your claims to her are insignificant,” Hana spoke menacingly.

Addison passes it to her, frowning. “You look like you need to start drinking,” Devin says to. “Also, Hana is already two drinks ahead of us. We need to catch up.” Hana giggles from behind her half-empty wine glass. “I always try to get at least four drinks deep before the speeches start. You know how long-winded Nathan can be.” “I know that better than anyone,” Addison says, laughing. “Hana, I don’t think I’ve met your wife?” “Oh, you’re right,” she says, beaming. She turns to the woman next to her, who’s very pretty—she’s wearing a fitted red dress with matching red lipstick. “This is Jana. She’s a physiotherapist.”

I found an interesting suit. Blazer top combined with black cloth pants and black high shoes. Somehow I prefer to see Kim Hana dressed up the way I wear it now. Along the way my memory airs to Tokyo. I winced when I flashed a picture of myself looking confused looking at the photos on Instagram. I glanced to the side, Yuna was busy reading something on the iPad she was holding. Slowly I took out the cellphone. At first I wanted to reopen my Instagram profile. But I instead typed the name Kim Hana NH Group in the search box. It didn't take long before some data emerged. There are several old article titles.

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

Annabella asked "Yes,that's Alex's crush,Jenny" Casey grinned "Casey stop" Alex snapped "I'm not lying" Casey rolled her eyes and Annabella chuckled Jenny and Johnny got closer with their mom "Oh,are you their mom?" She asked nicely,touching Alex and Casey's cheeks "Yes" Annabella smiled "Oh wow,they are friends with my kids,it's nice meeting you finally,I'm Rihana" She said "Annabella" "Nice name" Rihana said "Thank you" Annabella smiled

She’s so excited to know about her true identity and it’s part of her intention to ask if this where they’re going is something important to take. But Queen Cora did not answer and just continued on their walk until they reached a cave with a bulging rock with water overflowing as clear as the den of the mermaids from which they had come earlier, and direct sun hitting into it from the hole from above. “We are here, Drakaina.” As Hana was looking around, “I am not, Drakaina. My name is Hana, daughter of chief of fishermen from the Rainforest biome.” “Is that the name given by the families you consider?”