Novel & Cerita Hanako San

I feel a shiver crawl down my spine. “You’re holding me…” she whispers, her voice hoarse but filled with something unsettling—happiness. My grip tightens. “Are you insane?” She coughs, blood staining her chin, yet her smile never falters. “Hi,” she murmurs. “My name is Anna. I know you’ve forgotten my face, even though I’ve introduced myself to you a million times.” What? My brows furrow, but she continues, her voice growing weaker but still dreamily content.

"Hey, you ... you dare call Shin a prostitute! She's your cousin, Chika, your attitude is getting worse day by day." Sherina clearly did not accept if Shin was accused of being a prostitute. How could her own cousin insult Shin so cruelly? Actually, what is Shin fault? Why do they hate Shin so much? "How dare you say that to my daughter!" Thaka replied. She was annoyed at what Sherina said to Chika. Ferdian's emotions seemed to be overflowing. The man rolled the table in front of them. Thaka, Chika and Sherina were suddenly shocked. They suddenly fell silent. Neither one made a sound. There was only a sigh accompanied by the sound of the clock.

“and my youngest son, Luca. “Good afternoon,” I greeted, my head down. “A pleasure to meet you all, especially you, Anaya. I am Dante, the oldest as of present,” he leaned, took my hand and kissed the back of my palm, “and these are my siblings, Raffaele, Nico, Leonardo, Adrian and Serena, our youngest,” he gestured to each of them. “It is a pleasure to meet you, too” After that, the afternoon went on smoothly. Then a crash, cups and plates breaking, refreshments spilled and the maids they loked utterly horrified.

Hawk said "This problem would have passed without any significant, but, our people say, eleghara nwa ite, omenyu oku (little negligence can cause disaster)" "Okay, Hawk. What is this little problem?" Dog asked, speaking for the first time. "This problem is a girl," The hawk man said, "Her name is Jidennaya" "A girl?" Falcon laughed, "what can stand in our way. A girl? That's unheard of" Some of the men chuckled, while some laughed at the thought. No one has challenged the King before, no animal, beast, or human. Nothing has opposed his might and dominion. He was a great Lord, a powerful King in all the land

I heard his light chuckle as he pulled me closer to his body, pressing my lower body on his. “Good girl.” Bulong niya at inis naman akong tumitig sa kawalan. I tried my best to sleep and not pay attention to him. ‘This is pure karma.’ *** “Good morning, Crimson!” Masiglang bati sa akin ni Hanako nang maabutan niya ako sa canteen. She was holding a cup of coffee on her left hand while her right hand is inside her lab coat. “Walang maganda sa umaga.” Mapaklang tugon ko at nilampasan siya.

Nene moaned into his mouth, her own hands tangling in his hair. Hanako broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He nipped at her pulse point, soothing the sting with his tongue. Nene's head fell back, giving him better access. "Hanako," she whimpered, her hips pressing against his. "We shouldn't...I'm not ready..."

A note on Japanese honorifics and family members' words used in the story starting from this point onward. Japanese Honorifics -San: Derived from sama, is the most commonplace honorific, and is a title of respect typically used between equals of any age. E.g. Sebastian-san. -Sama: Is a markedly more respectful version of san and can be used for any gender. It is used mainly to refer to people much higher in rank than oneself. E.g. Oka-sama (mother).

FLASHBACK TO SEVEN YEARS AGO… “So, Hana…what are we doing for your birthday this year?”. “We?”. Hana Shiozaki— now Sakura Hoshino— scoffs lightly. “It’s my birthday not yours, Mei”. She gathers her books in her hands and rises from her seat. “What’s wrong with saying we? Have you forgotten that our parents are both teachers?…I’m going to be invited to your birthday party, whether you like it or not”.

“Oh, shit! It’s 7 am.” Hana moved at the speed of lightning, whirling from the shower to her room. In no time, she was all spruced up in her school uniform. Downstairs, Suho was adjusting his bike while waiting for her. “Oppa! Sorry... I slept late.” “As always. Here’s my sanction for you.” Handing her scorched rice. Hana pursed her lips, Suho knew she didn’t like scorched rice as it was impolite to serve, such in the Philippines. But it became a snack she mindlessly chew on when she’s agitated.

“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.”