Ha Ha From Moana Novels & Stories

All he cared about was his woman. Theo watched as Leah landed her beautiful red dragon in the clearing a few feet away from where the tables were set up. He could hear the exclamations of excitement coming from everyone, especially the children, at seeing the magnificent creature in front of them. He smirked. This was probably the first time any of these idiots had ever even laid eyes on a dragon in their entire pathetic lives!

A steady anchor in a world that kept shifting beneath me. Moana watched him with a curious sadness. “He cares for you.” I ignored the comment. “Moana,” I said slowly, “why did you ask who did this to me earlier. My bruises and exhaustion. Did someone tell you something.” She hesitated. “No. I asked because I know Mother. She likes to weaken what she plans to break. She likes to wound her prey before trading it.” My breath trembled. Kade squeezed my knee gently. Moana stepped closer as if to confess one last thing. “Pearl. The reason I am so desperate to reach you is because Mother left this land some nights ago. She went to meet that man again. And she did not return alone.”

"Yeah, he's coming back in two days. And he’s bringing his wife. Supposedly a beautiful musician from England. What was her name again?" “Anna Witherspoon,” the man in the wide-brimmed hat said, his voice low. "Yes, Anna Witherspoon," the bold man echoed. "And why do we care?" Bisila asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, because Andrew was the one we all thought could steal your heart, but now he's married. We’ve all tried, and you’re not interested in any of us!" the bold man grinned. "You’re all like fathers and brothers to me. Please, Travie, I’m years older than you!" she said, rolling her eyes.

Her makeup was done lightly because she wasn't fond of makeup. Liara looked at Moana, who was wearing a thin spaghetti strap dress of golden color, reaching just before her knee, matching with a beautiful gold chain with a heart-shaped pendant on her neck. Since she didn’t get her ear pierced, so she didn’t have to wear earrings. Her short hair, reaching her shoulder, was kept open, which Doctor Sara had cut an hour ago.

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?”

Moana said in a loud voice that was immediately followed by a curt bow. "This voice sounds familiar, " the tallest and meanest looking, probably the senior among the trio, stepped closer. With dazzling white hair and an overgrown white beard, he looked like a kind of ancient god as he cocked his head to one side and peered at Moana. "God bless my sight! Does this voice belong to the person I thought? He threw his arms up, turned back to his colleagues, and exclaimed, "Mine...oh...mine! You won't believe this is the lady I have been telling you about."

But as he was dragged deeper, his small lungs couldn’t withstand the strong water pressure, causing him to release bubbles while his foot was still being pulled by something strong. What Sieghal initially thought was a squid, or some sort of octopus, turned out to be much bigger than the usual octopuses his father used to catch—it was a Kraken, the monster his late mother often told him about. Now, that creature was opening its mouth wide, ready to swallow him alive.

She grabbed her bag ready to head out but she was somewhat feeling exposed so she took her morflar and wrapped around her shoulders covering the off shoulder part as she walks out her room. She caught him staring at her, he was obviously awestriken also just like her about her transformation. He gave her a slow steady inspection, starting from her face to her cherry blossom lips, his gaze lingered for a while at her delicate full breast that was partially being covered by her morflar. "Remove the morflar" he ordered. "Why?" She questioned avoiding his gaze " Such dress are being worn with Confidence so put off the morflar" he instructed watching as she obeyed him without arguing further .

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.