Hana Shimura Novels & Stories

Instead, a woman sat, sipping a martini, her black dress clinging to her curves, her glossy hair cascading in waves. She was gorgeous—high cheekbones, full lips, an aura that screamed power and sex appeal. She was Japanese, like Kaito. Her dark eyes locked on me with familiarity. Which was weird cause I know I've never met her before. “Oh, you must be the Lisa,” she said, her voice smooth and lightly accented. Her smile more smirk than warm. She stood, offering a manicured hand, her nails were blood-red. “I’m Hana Tanaka.” Confusion slammed into me harder. Tanaka—Kaito’s surname. My stomach twisted, a sick dread rising.

I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game. The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room. Sienna De Luca. She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze swept over me, taking in the sight of me still in the robe the maids had given me. She looked too calm, too unreadable. I exposed my leg just enough for her to see it, to know that I was this exposed, this easily seen to him. But I knew that Damon would not be foolish. He would not tell her that he was here. I would have to be the one to do it.

That's when her and Jack plan to get married. Akiyama, Fumiya Harah 23 years old. Beautiful, with a gentle face. Brown short hair and eyes. Thin eyebrows, long eyelashes, small sharp nose and narrow red lips. Shee just came from a poor family. And grew up in the Orphanage. Jack Coleman's family happened to adopt her. They made her a maid. Harah was only fifteen years old when the Colemans adopted her. Harah was not the only one adopted by them. As well as her sister, Aryah.

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?"

He is madly in love with her even though it is forbidden. Humming along to the music playing in her mind, Sumire was currently in the bedroom and dressed after the long day at the mall. She wears a simple black pajama and tied her hair in a messy ponytail. Even her clothes don't conceal her beauty and charm. She is effortlessly pretty and hot at the same time.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

Lucian Dragomir just looked at me and the Blazing Wukong in my soul did a full kowtow. I am seventeen, 100 % Japanese 100 % walking solar flare, and I have never once been rendered mute. Until now. He’s sitting there, eating fries like a normal senior, except every time he blinks the overhead lights flicker and the air smells like Carpathian pine and lightning. I march over before my friends can stage an intervention. Seras (voice only shaking a little): “Lucian Dragomir, right? Seras Himuari Nakamura. You just put Remy on his ass like it was choreography, and I think my heart just filed for citizenship in your general vicinity.”

There was no one there. The voice repeated – “Chief Tador…. Agent Shirley… What happened to you? Detective Ackermann….” Tador could swear that he recognized the voice, but he couldn’t remember whom the voice belonged to. “Agent Shirley…?” He whispered and squinted his eyes. He could swear he knew that name too, yet he just couldn’t recall who the name belonged to. “Agent Shirley….? Shirley….?” He kept whispering to himself. Trying everything he could to remember something. “Shirley- Shirley…. Ange... Angelus. Shirley Angelus-Mortiz!.... Ackermann!” He had finally had it right. He had finally remembered a name; at least he felt so. It didn’t take too long for the image to appear in his head.

The moment I got home, I holed myself up in my room and began my extensive research into the Yukimura siblings. And I found out a lot. A whole lot. Apparently, Yukimura Rei is half-Japanese and half-French— and she is an accomplished omega ballerina. She is quite well-known in high-class performing circles. She has many newsworthy performances tied to her name. Among them is a special dance she performed for the president of France on his birthday— Rei is endeared to quite a number of politicians, and is known to have rejected more marriage proposals than any other omega in the entertainment industry.

I asked. "Ah..." He began awkwardly and let go of me before moving back a little. "It's nothing." "It's not nothing, Hig. It looks like it hurt." He held my hand and kissed the back of my palm. "It doesn't hurt anymore so, don't worry." I heard someone giggle and I looked around his shoulder at the older woman stood behind him. She was short with straight, brown hair that was tied in a bun. She wore a grey suit and I couldn't help but notice that she resembled Higan quite a bit.