Hamatora Nice Novels & Stories

Lamar uttered. Yeah, the golden bracelet Nicole offered to us before we left his shank. The bracelet is still with me, it's a golden bracelet on my arm but not on Sage's arm, it has a different color on her arm which is red. The three-eyed monsters looked at me, “Oh, come on. Who is this talking hamster that ruined my brilliant plan?“ Sage grumbled as she transformed into her normal shape. Sage narrowed her eyes, she got a vertical wrinkle between her eyebrow. I guess she is so mad, right now.

"I'll after the heart one." Putter said, shaking Zamonte's offered hand. ###### Miho walked along the beach. She picked up an oily donut from her Airtech bag and savored it. *munches* "You’re being too careless, my poor benefactor. *munches* Don’t blame me for that. Hehe. Let me see if your club emblem is similar to mine." Her other hand was holding the one she had stolen from Ravyn up to the moonlight to admire its beauty, not realizing it was a carambola, whose size and touch are difficult to distinguish in the dark from the 3D emblem.

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

Amara assured, purposely avoiding mentioning Nicholas's name just in case anyone else was listening in on their conversation. "Is everyone okay? Is everything okay?" Lydia asked, unable to hide her worry. "Everything and everyone is just fine, Lydia. The only thing you should worry about is taking care of yourself and holding on for just a little while longer. The porridge is for you to regain your health so eat that quickly and here's some water," Amara answered, handing Lydia a bottle of water. "Thank you so much, Mara. I really appreciate it but I'm going to have to ask you again to leave because I really don't want anyone to see you here cause I don't want you to get in trouble," Lydia s

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.

"You're not alone in this, Aqua. We're family, and we'll get through anything together." Aqua said goodbye to her grandmother and headed to school. As Aqua stepped outside the gate, she saw Damon standing beside his truck, the sunlight casting a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. His tall, athletic frame was impossible to miss, exuding both strength and grace. Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

(END She cleared her throat and stood up, trying to stand erect. She gave him her most irresistible smile and nudged his attention. "Hello, I am Amara," she said to Hannah, smiling warmly with a hand well-manicured extended towards Hannah. Hadzen didn't even bat an eyelash. He gazed at her with a glacial glare that would have frozen ice in its tracks. Amara's smile faltered, and her hand dropped limply into the air before she withdrew it with an air of nonchalance. *What's wrong with this schmuck?* she thought to herself. *Can't he not even perceive me?*

It was almost too much, seconds passing like long needles as we stretched for the horror that would be coming. And suddenly they were there—shadows drifting between the trees, eyes that shone with an otherworldly brilliance. The Maledictus. They looked cold and menacing, even from far away you could tell they gave off a chilled, suffocating energy that writhed my skin until I was covered in goosebumps.

“I don’t know. There’s no sender name. Just… your name on top.” A strange chill ran down her spine—not fear, but a haunting familiarity. She took the package in her lap, ran her fingers along the neat handwriting, and hesitated for a moment. “It’s not ticking, right?” she joked with a soft laugh, trying to break her own nervousness. Lalitha giggled, “If it is, at least we’ll go together.” Hema unwrapped the string carefully, pulling apart the brown paper. Inside—glass jars. Eight of them.

Called Amora anxiously but there was no sound from anyone, Amora went to the balcony intending to check who was on the balcony but no one was there. "Maybe it's just a cat," said Amora as she let out a small breath, she immediately left the room, After Amora left without realizing it, there was a pirate named Harith who had been stalking them all this time on the balcony, which was the one who made the sound of the door accidentally.