Hana Shimura Novels & Stories

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."

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.

Charlie suddenly thought of something and he told Yahiko, “By the way, Mr. Ito, I will have to trouble you to help me to do something else.” Yahiko hurriedly replied, “Please tell me what it is.” Charlie replied, “What is the name of the vice-chairman of Nippon Steel who was negotiating the terms of the contract with Jasmine before this? Is he called Hashimoto Kazumi?” “Yes.” Yahiko nodded and said, “His name is Hashimoto Kazumi!”

I uttered and tried moving my body but I still feel heavy. “You don’t have to move,” she said with an accent I just heard. “Tachibana Kimmy.” Her hand touches mine as she sits on the chair near my bed. “Yuroshiko—I mean it’s nice to meet you.” Her eyes are almond shaped but you can see how genetics changed it that much. Her skin looks fair and is as beautiful as I expected. She looks exactly the older version of the picture. “I’m glad I got a chance to meet you. This is one of the best days of my life. I’m Ciana La Suerte.”

As the sunshine from the slit in the drapes made contact with the diamond stone on that engagement ring, it gleamed. For some reason, the mood in this room seemed really dreary. It's as though the grief — misery had permeated the entire space, from corner to corner. The ring was worn by Ida Okino Mitsuko, a half-Japanese, half-American actress based in Japan. She secured a contract with a famous firm and has become the most successful actress in her country, making her a well-known billionaire throughout Asia.

He stood behind Minho, watching as his son destroyed the room, raging and cursing like a wild animal. Mr Shima was a tall, strict man. Even though he was over 40 years old, he looked like he was in his early 30s with rich brown hair, tanned skin and deep-set brown eyes. The Shimas were a family of assassins and Shima Haruto was the current heir who was a disappointment to the family. Especially after murdering people, getting caught and being wanted by the government. "Good evening, sir" Minho quickly greeted with a respectful bow.

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"

"I don't get it... isn't that a good thing?" We could've been together the whole day. She clawed my back with her fingernails, pulling at my shirt. "That's not..." But I'm not complaining. "What is it? What happened for you to throw such a fit?" I'm honestly surprised at how long this has lasted. I mean... "It's NOT a fit! SHE was selected to do it instead!" She. Ah, Shinohara Tamami. Widely known as Hami. She seems to be doing well for herself compared to middle school.