Ema Hinata Novels & Stories

I lowered my head and held the hem of my skirt tightly as I passed. 'Let me pass without incident ' I kept muttering it in my head until I tripped on a keg and fell face flat. Great! my bad luck had to win today. Laughter echoed in the field. I silently stood up and dusted my skirt. I looked up to see a smirking girl. Her auburn hair fell in waves down her shoulders. Her face spotless and her head held high. She circled me with a look of disdain. "How could the moon goddess pair the king with something so bland and inferior?" Her cronies giggled. I tried to walk past but they blocked my way.

But when she turned slightly, she noticed it wasn't a woman but a man. He stood casually with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a glass of wine in his hand. He seems a bit tipsy. Hinata recognized him instantly as an American popular actor. The blonde Ken, Prince Nicholas! Her heart skipped, how handsome. Noticing her glance, he smirked and offered her the cigarette. "Care for one?" he asked. Hinata shook her head politely, her face flushed. "No, thank you." He took a slow drag from his cigarette, then exhaled, watching her with curious eyes.

"Oh, Anata, you look stunning, and what nice shoes" I close the door, turning to see Mrs Light, or as I call her sometimes, Okaasan, arranging the on the coffee table as I pass her a smile, staring at my mud stained sneakers "Okaasan" Mrs Hinata Light is a chubby woman with dark hair and soft brown eyes that smells like the kitchen and a person I greatly adore. Perhaps it is because I am glad she doesn't bare even the slightest resemblance to Doctor and my heart doesn't go pitter patter around her but she makes the best cupcakes I've ever eaten and she's sweet to me "Did you go on a date?"

"I don't get it... isn't that a good thing?" We could've been together the whole day. She clawed my back with her fingernails, pulling at my shirt. "That's not..." But I'm not complaining. "What is it? What happened for you to throw such a fit?" I'm honestly surprised at how long this has lasted. I mean... "It's NOT a fit! SHE was selected to do it instead!" She. Ah, Shinohara Tamami. Widely known as Hami. She seems to be doing well for herself compared to middle school.

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

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The vibrant energy of the surroundings was contagious, and for a moment, the weight on her shoulders seemed to lighten. Draped in a black saree adorned with sparkling borders, Hiya's long, dense hair cascaded freely. A white diamond nose pin added a touch of elegance to her beauty, and the rosy red lipstick she wore enhanced her features. Despite her outward charm, there was an underlying sadness in her eyes, a testament to the unspoken pain she had been enduring.

I couldn’t help but wonder what this little thing meant to her and walked out of the old woman’s house not far behind her, a smirk on my face admiring her defiance. I don’t know what kind of creature she is and fighting the urge to devour her is almost painful. The desire to find out what she is and what she is capable of overpowers that feeble urge, and the hunger for her life force is the furthest thing from my mind now. I watch as she steps down from the porch and rushes into the arms of her mate.