Hamatora Nice Novels & Stories

"Mr. Hamilton, I'm about to participate in the new season, and this motorcycle is extremely important to me. I really hope you can consider letting me have it." Larissa interjected, "That's your problem. What does it have to do with him?" Camy could no longer contain her anger and shouted angrily, "I have had enough of you, you ugly hag! I'm speaking to Mr. Hamilton. Quit interrupting!" Ambrose's gaze darkened, but before he could utter a word, someone came running over. "Boss, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Zayn had also dressed up as an ugly hag today, and he looked even more horrifying than Larissa did. At the sight of him, Ambrose felt his lips twitch uncontrollabl

“Here, give it to your uncle.” The skinny man frowned as he looked at the cloth. He grabbed the cloth and opened it, finding some dark jerky like things. He sniffed it and noticed the sweet smell. The skinny man looked at Hayate. “Where did you get this? And what the heck is this?” Hayate leaned closer and mouthed at him without voicing it. ‘Ponta Roots.’ The skinny man’s eyes almost bulged out of his sockets. “Are you really sure it’s…?”

Merry carefully looked at the robot next to Nicole again and finally found that it differed from the Dodge Tomahawk she had seen. 'Nicole's robot seems to be darker under its ribs, looking like two thin black patterns, and the overall fuselage has a special texture and mysterious vibe. But the Dodge Tomahawk I remember has no such pattern on it.' Merry sneered at the thought of this. 'Nicole really put a lot of effort into faking it. If it weren't because these two crack-like patterns gave her away, I might have truly believed that this is the actual Dodge Tomahawk.'

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Bozo nodded to the commander, just as his squire handed him his helmet. “A question sir,” Chimba stammered, “I just want to know why? There are still kingdoms out there, waiting to bow down to your sovereignty. Why choose this cursed village? Why walk us into a diseased land? And all for what, for the Hawk? Another one of your subjects?” Bozo smiled and wore the helmet. It was made of silver but had been shaped like the face of a bull. Chimba’s sudden curiosity was beginning to get on his nerves, but he tried to swallow the man’s ignorance. He would reserve Chimba’s punishment for later.

I challenge him, fully sick of his badgering. Asmodeus smiles, sly. “I will, Janet. Oh, I will. Come.” He offers me his arm. I take it cautiously. We stroll through the market and blackness opens before us like a great maw. Asmodeus leads me through it and onto the streets of Morocco, emerging in yet another street market where vendors sell spices, patterned lanterns, and Persian rugs. Hand of Fatima hamsas hang everywhere. Deus touches a hamsa and looks to me. “Delicate, aren't they?” “I thought hamsas were supposed to protect one from evil,” I say. “Why don't they have an effect on you?”

He announced. "Yes!" Zenith jumped. "Can I really get used to this place?" Jaemin muttered. "I love it here" Chance smiled. Jezebel is still crying on the ground, her finger still pouring blood. "I'm the hacker here , so we're together. I'm Lambo" Lambo told Zenith. "Take care of me" Zenith replied, and Lambo stroke her hair "Of course, clan baby" she said, and Zenith laughed. "I'm Jaemin, the hitman, be f**king good to me" Jaemin told Sylvester.

Dante Moretti. Victor’s most ruthless rival. She had heard the name whispered in fearful voices around the estate, but now, seeing him up close, she understood why. He was nothing like Victor. Where Victor’s dominance was controlled and suffocating, Dante exuded something more sinister…. chaotic and cruel. He was tall and lean, his dark suit perfectly fitted, but his presence alone made the room feel smaller. His jet-black hair was slicked back, exposing a sharp jawline and piercing green eyes that held a sick kind of amusement.

said the beautiful Japanese-blooded woman, stretching her hands towards Tiara. With slow steps, the little girl approached Hinata. A beautiful smile etched on her lips when she saw little Tiara walking over. She pinched the little girl’s cheek lightly. “So cute~” “Sorry to bother your work.” “It’s okay. I don’t feel bothered, seriously. I’m even happy to play with Ara.” “Thank you, Hinata. Then, I’ll go first.” “Be careful, Mommy.” “Yes, Mom will be careful. I will pick up Tiara after I finish my business.”

the woman held out her pinky finger and Zanicus laughed before curling his own pinky finger into hers. “Pinky promise,” he smiled, and the calmness of his expression was noticeably different. He was happy, and I could feel that the magic flowing in his veins was pure. Not black, like it feels back in that dark room. I continued to watch them go about their day, and they continued to ignore me like I was never there. I learned that the woman’s name was Coraline, or Cora in short. I watched them laugh, kiss, and talk as if they had the world all to themselves. Their eyes beaming with joy as they enjoyed each other’s presence. Suddenly, I remembered Hunter and my heart ached as I longed for my