Hanako San Story Novels & Stories

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

Hikari then just chatting with them to know about something that he wants. When Neu and Nimura were trying to read the short manga that they made, they meet with the host and get into a talk with him. The host says to them "Sorry if I interrupted you. But I don't think that you should read the story that you made back." They tell the host that they just got something that they want to check. The host tells them that they haven't done anything weird with it. So there was nothing to be worried about. They say that they just got something else that they want to see. But when the host just looked at how did they talk. There just something that just popped in his head. So he asks them about it ju

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,"

With diamond taste to be Class Chief , Luna try jar is fine shock of _ me , hurry yellow stand wake up speak ask for error with Haku: “ Dear Haku- sensei , no right where ? Chief Class they you see teacher still fun happy are not on time , huh? yes can are not Hi to pick up teacher here . It 's just they you a little bit any doubt Because job you Shelly reached the point dark multi post check tra real force Candlestick not yet keep counter , em _ replace face chief Class ask for error teacher , hope teacher rank error give Class they me .” Luna capital yes draw outside pretty pretty feebleness chili , now conclude fit with tone speak full Fort urgent cause people hate _ are not can hug she e

Ryo Akano narrowed his eyes and looked over. His status in Shindan Way was not low. Moreover, he had participated in the Euro-American War and survived through the bloody sea of corpses. Usually, things like killing intent and imposing figures were useless to him. He stretched out his right hand at this moment. Suddenly, someone handed an intricate long sword of the Island Nation to his hand. 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.”

Dokyeom shared but the two ignored him. "What are you reading exactly? Is it romance? Action?" Hoshi inquired. Seungkwan answered after a yawn. "Sport anime, Haikyuu. It almost finish." Then he yawned again. Yawn is something contagious. Just seeing him yawning made Hoshi and Dokyeom did the same. "Men rarely read romantic comics," Seungkwan shared. At that time, the man standing in front of the line dropped a shoujo (romantic genre) manga comics book at the floor. Dokyeom picked it up while reading the title, "Hanayori Dango? (Meteor Garden)."

𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻. "What happened that day, was not your fault. The person who did that was. Not. You." "But it was. It was me. How-......" "No, its not. That was Anak-har. The Zannicus I know is the kind one. The one who helps and cares for the people he loves. The one who loves to cook, do pranks with his friends, play with the pups and defend his pack. The one who would kill if anyone ever dared to steal his chocolate. Or burn his precious bacon."

, I asked panicking still holding the vase. The man turned towards me. He had a grin on him. He was quite handsome, clean shaven and had the same colour of eyes as Zen's dressed in suit. He came towards me holding a smile on his face. "I guess we haven't meet yet", he said to me still grinning. "You dont know me but I do know you". I looked at him confused. "You are Haru Salvador. Your parents are Andre and Sakura Salvador. You work at Mode offices. And recently you are involved with a guy name Zen Kirishima who also happens to be the crown prince of Japan" , he narrated out as if he has been stalking me for months.

Hanzo points to his side, Reika pushes forward as my hand moves down under his shirt and my fingers trace his scars. “Didn’t Hana say he was trying to rape someone?” I ask, watching Hanzo grab my hand and kiss my palm. “She was my first girlfriend, and she was in line to marry the next alpha so the relationship was natural. She was 16 and I was 17 at the time,” he answers with a distant look, almost like he felt ashamed.

Twenty years later… Yanta, now a retired hero, spends his days sitting and relaxing with his grandchildren that aren’t easy to count, but he’s used to that. Each day, one by one, they want a story or stories, the circle turned, it was Hirohime’s turn. The princess in all her wisdom, as much as five-year-old could have, looked him in the eyes. “Do you have any specific story you wish to hear?” he asked. “No,” she replied like whip cracking.