Hai Chan Nct Novels & Stories

Tate POV I watched as Channing kneeled down next to her uncle who was seated on a chair in the common room. She handed him a glass of water while he spoke to her about her mother. The way her eyes lit up when Kai told her about his memories in the Black Moon Warriors made me smile.

The building felt really close, from up here and Chan kept staring into it for some time. Chan took out his phone and dialed Jina with a devilish smile. The phone went through and she picked up in a few seconds. “Can we meet? I have something to ask you about.” Chan said, skipping the etiquettes. “What happened? Did Anaya do anything new?” Jina asked in return. “No, it’s not Anaya this time. It’s about you ‘Jina Hain’! We better meet soon, for your own sake. Don’t you think so, Miss Hain?” Chan said with a tint of warning.

Chantelle's POV As Delcan asked me out, I could feel my heart racing. I knew I should say no, but something about him made me want to say yes. I could see the hope in his eyes, and I couldn't bear to disappoint him. I felt myself blushing as I gave him my answer. "Yes," I said. His face lit up with joy, and I felt my stomach do a somersault. I didn't know what to expect from this date, but I knew I was in for an adventure. I walked into my house, feeling a rush of joy. My uncle and his family were sitting in the living room, waiting for me to start working, but I couldn't bring myself to care. My thoughts were consumed by the upcoming date with Delcan. I knew it was foolish to get so excited

If the two of them can really be a couple, it's not a bad thing. So, within 3 seconds of hesitation, Tinh Ngoc gave both the phone number and information of The Thanh's social media accounts to Ly Chan. The two big and small girls, when two trays of rice were brought to the front along with The Thanh's sudden voice, they were startled. Tinh Ngoc smiled as if nothing happened, then pretended to talk about something else. "Introducing you, this is Ly Chan. She is the one who will accompany me to Z Academy."

Sam felt his heart skip a beat at the mention of the name Chan. Shit! Why the heck did he suddenly feel like he was so close? Oh God! He needed to know. He needed to find out. He knew without a doubt these two sisters were related to Chan. It was hard to miss, for heaven’s sake. Their features were so similar. There was no mistake. “Chan?” he asked. “Our eldest,” Dara said. “We call her Chan. It’s her nickname. Her real name is Chandra. Like the moon in Sanskrit.”

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

It was some minutes past 6pm. Caitlyn Hugh was dragging her tired feet back home after a long day at work. As she walked along the lonely road, she looked back at intervals, hoping for a cab to appear. Although she was very much aware that cabs do not ply that road, Caitlyn prayed for a miracle. She took out her phone from the small bag she hung on her shoulder and connected her headset to the device. She was going to click play on her favourite music, but the sound of a car honking halted her.

I can say that this channel is a newly created one, it only have 30 members. As I scrolled down to the chats, I saw some people discussing about something. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Hi,guys. Nostartic: Hello! Nik: Hiii @ThisIsKanna

He asks curiously and I gave a small smile before going back to my duties. There’s a lot to do before his upcoming coronation and there will be even more to do if he manages to convince her to attend, which I trust that he will so I’d better get to work now. A few hours later, Winter and I are sitting in front of each other, waiting for who to say the first word. She looks really timid, like she’s scared of me. “I’m Hyacinth. Its nice to officially meet you.” I stretch my hand and she takes it.

Jericho smiles warmly, “Coffee would be great. Darling, would you like a cup?” “Yes, please.” Gina grins. It was at this point when I notice something different about her neck. Gina is sporting a fresh mark at the crook of her neck that looks like a scar that has been tattooed over. It’s all black and has kind of a tribal feel. It has imagery depicting a full moon with claw marks on either side circled by a large bite mark that wraps from the front of her shoulder to the back.