Hajime Mha Novels & Stories

She stood up and walked closer to the old lady. The old lady smiled at her. “I am Senior Helga, the head maid of the royal house. The Alpha sent me,” she said. Alpha? Hearing this word made Emily’s heart skip a beat, and shivers ran down her spine, which confused her. “The A-Alpha? Why? “He wants me to make sure that you are prepared for tonight,” Senior Helga said. Emily’s eyes widened as confusion faded in. ‘Are we going to do it? Is he going to claim me tonight?’ she wondered.

she mumbled looking at the door where Maa was already standing with amusement in her eyes. "My regards to her. Kiss her cheek, forehead, nose and everywhere for me on my behalf," he yelled before Mehr pressed the red button. "Where are you going to, young lady?" Maa raised her eyebrows because she can't raise one at a time which makes her to be so jealous of Mehr who can do it expertly. "Hajiyan Allah, I was just about to ask you if I can..." she trailed off not knowing how to put it even though it's not the first time she asked.

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I state irritatingly wondering who could be disrupting our conversation. One of the maids walked in, "Alpha" "Yes?" "The Luna is awake."

I could easily fit in with these types of men, but I have to be in a van with these guys while my friends have all the fun. Lachlan patches into the audio so we can hear what’s being said thanks to the tiny little microphones our guys have placed around the bar since they entered. A man in his early 50s stands up on one of the tables in the middle of the room. “Welcome recruits! I will have jobs for each of you to do. The only way in is to pay in blood,” his voice booms around the room. “Most of you should know who I am. I’m Axe Zen the founder and leader of this here crew.” He points to a guy a few years younger than us with medium brown hair and turquoise eyes. “This my second in command a

He then stood up with a quick glance at me. "Well, I think we haven't met for almost five years. Let me introduce myself as Hansung, the owner of the MJ Group and five percent of the shares of the NH Group," said Akira, who I recognized as Hansung and bowed after saying it. What kind of joke is this? How could it be that Akira, who I know only the editor of Japanese descent is Hansung, is the owner of the company? Akira, the man who left Lee Umji when he drowned.

She was a toothless dog, one that can only bark. "My sweet child," Ejima gnashed her teeth as memories sips out of her skin. Bozo was no longer breathing, his eyes were closed and the life in him seemed to have disappeared. "Well, well. That went well," Uche chuckled, "I just won a war before it even started." "Murderer," Ejima yelled. "Oh," Uche lifted his hands in submission, "you know you are next, right?"

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

“Who comes to search for a job here on a day like this? Today of all days?” My frown instantly melted away and was replaced with confusion. “What do you mean? What is happening today?” “What?” He answered in awe. “Are you new in town?” He further inquired. His question made me remember my driver again. “This is definitely Karma.” “Yes, I am. So tell me what today is.” I answered with clenched jaws. “It’s Alpha Kilhan’s birthday! The man who rules this town. Almost all the clubhouses, hotels, restaurants, and even some hospitals are owned by him. Including the one we are in as we speak.” He praised him, but I remained unfazed.

I mutter, rushing as fast as I can to Uma. Uma of the most sought-after restaurants in Barcelona, despite being the simplest of them, is "Uma." Its entrance is so modest that it's hard to tell it's a restaurant. Only those who live in the city really know about it... which leads me to deduce that since the NGO's financier requested this place for our meeting, maybe he is from Barcelona himself. As soon as we enter the restaurant, we are greeted by Anna, who not only owns it but also works in the dining area, while her husband, Iker, runs the kitchen.