Hanako Novels & Stories

Namio Rankle's mouth broke into a mysterious smile, "You're always in a hurry, Hana," As soon as Hana put her foot down to stand across from Namio Rankle, a foul-smelling hand grabbed her leg from underneath. Hana felt a hot heat rubbing against her skin, the sizzling sound of flesh and smell in the air. Namio Rankle rubbed his hands together and said, "Honestly, I like you very much. But if I let you survive, my future is always in danger. So you must die today,"

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Our eyes locked, intense, hot, and lusty. “This time I won’t give you pleasure, darling. You’ll only get pain. I’ll fuck you out of anger. It’s called anger bang.” I shivered. “Are you ready?” He asked. I nodded. “Strip off your clothes!” He growled. ********

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

Nothing about this woman can be called motherly— even the way she speaks can grate on the nerves of a saint. “My name is Sakura”. Sakura takes pleasure in the way her lips curve in a disgusted sneer. “That is not the name I gave you”. She places her spoon on her napkin with a frown. “Hana is a name more suitable for a well-trained omega…not that vulgar name you’ve picked”. “What do you have against cherry blossoms?”. She knows how much that question would annoy her, and she takes pleasure in it. “One would think you’re not really Japanese with the way you act”.

Kaede pulled Karin to her feet, then embraced her along with Yuto, because she was once again in a joyful mood. But Yuto was not. He seemed stunned and stared at Karin, who smiled shyly as Kaede showered her with praise. “That... that... impossi..." Yuto swallowed the forbidden word that nearly escaped his lips. His mother continued to hug them and rejoice, but Yuto’s eyes remained fixed on Karin. *Hanko : is a stamp engraved with the name of an individual or a corporation. This type of stamp, when applied with red ink, is used in place of a signature, and is still required today on many official documents such as contracts and application forms.

“What’s your name?” Tarzan said nothing. She giggled. “Okay, Mr. No-Name. I can give you one. How about Gojo?” Lena, still lost in the music, hadn’t noticed yet. She assumed the voice was just background noise from the other passengers. “Do you like it?” Sakura continued. “It’s super popular in Japan because of all the anime characters—” Tarzan simply closed his eyes again and leaned back, ignoring her completely. Her smile faltered awkwardly. She quickly scanned the faces of nearby passengers, hoping no one had seen the rejection. The three teenage girls opposite them struggled to hold in their laughter.

"You look like a joker." "Ji Won, these are my wings... Oink! Oink!" Hana imitates and makes sounds like a pig. "I am Mimo, the flying pig." "I hate that pig." Ji Won yells, "Why are you copying that cartoon pig? You are annoying me." "You irritate me more than I can irritate you." Hana crosses her arms defiantly. "You are always nagging me when I am playing with others." "You play with boys all the time and get hurt easily." Ji Won copies her action and crosses her arms. "You are bad at sports."

“You mean ‘that’ list?” Chie nodded her head with a smile. “What’s his name?” Kiyo sighed internally, knowing there’s nothing she could do to stop her best friend. “His name is Haato. We call him Haato-kun.” Chie gasped softly. “Haato-kun. And his hair is red, like a blooming heart.” Chie moaned softly. “What a perfect combination.” “If you say it like that, yeah, but I don’t really see him as perfect.” Kiyo said.

In the rear, Jiro Akano, who thrived on chaos, yelled, “Big Brother, hack this swine from the great Country H, and let him know that we, Islanders, are the noblest race in the world.” Ryo Akano nodded slightly. He then squinted and said, “Mixed Martial Arts Champion from the great Country H? I like this title. “To be honest, in the great Country H, apart from the legendary Chief Instructor who was intimidating, I don’t really care about anyone else, I…” Just when Ryo Akano was talking halfway, he was suddenly taken aback for a while, and looked toward the direction of the deck with a look of disbelief. He saw Harvey York, who was calmly standing in the middle.