Hamatora Nice Novels & Stories

He recognised the lad. “He is the one! Come over here, brothers! Murai!” Jonah cried excitedly, running in quick steps to meet Murai. “Murai, is that you? I am Jonah, your brother.” He needed to be sure. “Yes, it’s me,” Murai said. Jonah exploded, “Murai! Murai! The son of Hugadah. Let us praise Zoe. Murai will conquer our enemies someday. Great Murai!” Jonah smiled and hugged him.

Unprecedented. Within twenty-four hours, my inbox is a disaster zone. I ruthlessly scroll past the broke trolls and thirsty weirdos, filtering my DMs strictly for the ones who have already clicked "Pay." [Pandora — Pandora]: Are you seriously offering beauty treatments? [System: Payment Received] [Vampire Progenitor — Liviel]: Roomie! You do so much! But I just want a rematch, I hate losing! When are you free? [System: Payment Received] [Sea God — Philo]: Use a cute girl voice and say "I hate pine trees."

Worst, Amara has the same smile. Damn! If I had believed in reincarnation, I would Alita came back as Amara to haunt me. Moreover, why would she even have the look of another person with my daughter's name? "Fuck her" I closed my eyes "Fuck them a....." Flinching, I rubbed my palm on my face as I felt my phone vibrate on the bed. "That son of a bitch" Without taking it, I knew who that person was. "Asshole" I muttered as I rolled over to take the call "What is it, asshole?"

The full moon. The necklace looked handmade...with a silver chain. but the beauty was breathtaking. I ran my finger across the pendant and a strong feeling of..warmth ran through me. This necklace is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.. I take it out from the box and put it around my neck. The warmth ran through my whole body and I shivered. Weird... Is this some type of magical gift or something? With a shrug I placed the empty box back on the shelf and went back to my bed.

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“Amazing! Did you make this yourself?” The lady nodded happily. “Here, give some to your friends over there.” A short woman with long hair came up to Rhina and offered her some bubble gum. “Here, this is the tastiest brand of gum you can find in New Ajens. Give some to your friends, too.” “Thanks,” Rhina said as she took the gum. More people rose from their seats and came to the three travelers. “Want a cigarette? You can have the whole box if you want.” A man in a miner’s jacket handed Ishida a red box labeled, “Cherry.”

For someone like Amaria -who isn't a mage like Teresa and Dove nor a mana using swordsman like Elex - she wouldn't stand a chance with a Horc, boost or no boost. The Horc opened its bloodshot eyes and gazed directly at Amaria making eye contact with her. Amaria gulped as she felt the intense bloodlust aura coming from the Horc. It roared hysterically and charged toward her. The mysterious figure snapped his fingers and Amaria fell to the ground.

"I think I've seen one called The Tremor costing several hundred dollars less." "Still, I'll not be spending our money to give Janet her jollies, sir. I'll just use the Slave Trainer to do something similar. What do you know about the Nyotaimori thing." "Sounds foreign, maybe Japanese, but I know nothing about it. I'll look it up. What's the spelling?" "N-Y-O-T-A-I-M-O-R-I, sir." Master looked at the website. "Oh, this looks interesting. We should try this some time."

He catches her by her shoulders. "Oops..." She laughed when she saw the lipstick mark on his shirt. "It's ruined." When the man doesn't say a word, she chins up and stares at him. He is wearing a black baseball hat and a mouth mask. Ahn Hana blinks her eyes. “I am so sorry.” And then, she tries to rub off the lipstick mark from his shirt. It doesn't get off. “Why is this not getting off?” He lets out a deep chuckle.

The man before me stands around 6'2", and is grossly overweight with his stomach peeking out of the bottom of his grease-stained olive green shirt, and judging by the smell and look of his teeth, he could use a few lessons in proper hygiene. Once he's finished taking me in, his demeanor changes. He stands up straighter, pulling his shoulders back, and then tries sucking his gut in. "Something that I can help you with boy?" He asks, his voice now carrying a flirty edge to it, which causes disgust to rip through my entire body at the human that Amaris and Axel were placed with. "Sir," I say with a nod, "I'm looking for Amaris Redding. Is she here?" At the mention of her name, his eyes narrow a