Novelas y relatos de Hanako

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Before she knew it, she had already run towards the laughing boys and she could not control her hands that grabbed one of the guys by the arm and slammed him to another. “A-ackkkk!” “F*ck!” “Who?!” Hana knew no fighting technique. But she was an Anito. And an Anito had strength that could easily beat even the greatest sumo wrestler on Earth. Even an old man like Fernando managed to carry a whole bus filled with passengers. Flinging a grown boy was as easy as pie for her. Even she was very surprised at her strength. It was also her first time discovering that after all this time, she was exercising great control over it.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

Not one to be bullied into silence though, Megan made to start an argument on where and when exactly the right place and time would be, but no sooner had she poised her lips to form the words that dust was suddenly rose around her and she felt a momentary electrical tingle on her skin as something whizzed past her. "Looks like you guys started the party without me," a voice came from the dust and she looked up to see a girl also around the same age as Jay and Adolf. The girl was mixed race; Japanese-American, if Megan's deduction was correct. She styled her hair in a purple bob and wore a black leather jacket and jeans with black leather boots. Her whole outfit was adorned from top to sole w

,while Ahaan look at her in confusion ,after sometime Anaya return with some package in her hand .Ahaan look at her in confusion and said :" Anaya ,what are all these things ?". Anaya while keeping the packet on table said :" gifts for the birthday boy ". Ahaan look at her and then packet and said :" Anaya ,you do not need to spend your hard earn money in these things ". Anaya sighed and hold his hand and said :" Ahaan ,you do not need to take stress , I will save money from next month ,your birthday came only once in a year ". Ahaan nod and then Anaya hold her hand and make him sit on the table .She asked him to open the packet one by one . Ahaan excitedly took one packet and open it ,it w

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."

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What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

Suddenly she seemed the most delicious and deadly alchemy. I looked up again as my mouth went dry, starting to see red from how furious I felt when my eyes focused on a name written in black ink under her left breast. “Angel?” I mumbled feeling that someone throw me a bucket of cold water. I swallowed the hard feelings that threaded to make me lose my sanity as I imagined the face of the lover who had led her to get his name tattooed on her “Who the hell is Angel?!” She started to tremble while her hands went to her face and then she began to cry again.