Hans Prawira Novels & Stories

I put on my gym clothes and grab my gym bag before heading back to the lobby. I own a small bike that I use to get around locally. I got on my bike and once I arrived at my gym, the lobby had a man behind the counter that I have never seen before. I locked my bike and walked into the lobby. "Where is Pak?" I asked and the man looked up before he said, "Welcome! Oh, Pak? Yes. He no longer works here. This morning he fell asleep and dropped a cigarette on the wrestling mats. It caused a small fire that caused him to lose his job."

He is Davero Anderson Wiratama! ***

'' Hans snapped, ''Take Anindira out of there, don't play in the water for too long! Halvir stopped his intimacy with Anindira. He was quite disturbed by how Hans scolded him. But he restrained himself for Anindira's sake. Just like Hans, Halvir was also an APEX PREDATOR. Moreover, he was a *Sapphire. Of course, he had very high self-esteem to strengthen his position. Anindira, who was also shocked by Hans' reprimand, immediately lowered her head in shame. ''Anindira, eat first!'' Hans shouted when Anindira came out of the water and then sat down next to him.

"I am so sorry. Mr. Sica is presently in a meeting but you can tell me whatever you have in mind." There was an eerie silence once more. Would I really tell her that some miracle child of Nikolas Sica was lying in the hospital? I was one of the hundreds on that lost and would definitely be taken unseriously. I made a promise not to lie though so I kept good on my excuse. "It is a private issue. Could you just tell him its a message from Alva." Nikolas Sica was a man whore so that could bait him in but the reply of the woman stunned me.

Chandler asked, sitting up straight and rubbing her eyes. "O-negative," I responded. She gasped, suddenly very awake. "That will work!" She was up and out of her seat to fetch the doctor, who came in a few minutes later after she returned. He was an older man, late sixties, I guessed. But, if he was pure-blooded, he was a lot older than that. "Your Highness, I understand you're interested in donating?" He asked me. I nodded, trying not to cringe. I still couldn't get over being called 'Your Highness'.

News about Prawira, the heir to the Sanjaya family, had been circulating in the media. Many people were reporting on him. [Prawira, the Main Heir to the Sanjaya Family, Returns] [Declared Dead, Apparently Prawira Is Still Alive] [Prayoga's Position Threatened, Prawira Returns After a Long Vacation in Switzerland] The article about Prawira, the heir's return, shocked everyone, including Umara, who read it.

As Migi went down to the kitchen, he could smell the delicious smell of that food even more as he could barely feel the nervousness of who was there, even though he had no expected guests. Migi's forehead furrowed even more when she got to the kitchen. He stopped when he saw a man without a top, only a pink apron covering his body. Despite Migi's astonishment and trepidation, he couldn't help but marvel and stare at its wide back as well as its a**.

’ 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.’ *****

I said, unsure. "Ah! You mean Ruhun Daji's high priestess.." the woman corrected us. I was about to speak when she continued her sentence, "my name is Aishatu. I am a priestess. Safia is Ruhun Daji's high priestess, not the deity." She clarified, and I nodded. There was no point arguing with this woman. I knew what we saw, and I saw the fear in the eyes of the council and the Sarki himself. No priest or priestess could give the Sarki orders. The woman led us to a hut, asked us to wait by the door and went in. A few minutes later, she ushered us in.