Henti Hero 소설 & 이야기

I frowned. "Then tell me why the fuck am I here for and I fucking know damn well its more then getting me to talk about my father's hideout. So tell me, who the fuck you are and why am I really here?!" She placed her hand over her chest mockingly. "Oh my gosh, where are my manners? I'm sienna darling, sorry for the late introduction." I rolled my eyes. "Nice to know you slutty sienna, now tell me the truth on why am I really here and who you two are working for." She glared at me.

But it was too late. "Could you stop bugging my girl?" Hiro said, and hold my hand. My knight in shining armor! Nah, scratch that. He's a knight in shining teeth who doesn't have the ability like I do. Jeez. "Bro, step out of my way before I could do something bad to you. You're not the one I need to talk with," Kent said and was about to push Hiro aside. But Hiro is not the one to quit. He stepped sideward and that didn't let Kent hit Hiro.

Hunter lifted my thigh, wrapping it around his torso as our bodies collide. I shuddered. The way he looked at me with those eyes, the way his fingers dug into my skin like he only wanted to own me, sent cold shivers up my spine. "Stop..." I managed to utter out despite my lack of breath, but his rugged hands continued searching my skin aggressively. I whinced when he suddenly gripped my waist tighter. His claws had elongated and dug into my skin. I whimpered and knew then and there I was in my breaking point.

Where has she been hiding all these juicy, sexy curves? He tried to hide a smirk as his hands went below, slipping from her back to her b*tts. 'I hope she doesn't break your skull tomorrow morning,' the words Lena spoke earlier slipped into his mind and his hands stopped their movement, resting on the upper side of her b*tts. “Well she's unconscious right now so she won't remember or know anything,” he mumbled to himself and made up his mind. Then ultimately his hands slipped down to her backside and he gently squeezed it.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

Introduction to some of the characters seen so far: Takamatsu Henjiro; Isekai's father And also an entity that has powers greater than most gods, his gift in Erath is passive hearing and resistance to fire,while his normal abilities are far too many than can be counted, his personality is not that great since he is the type that act without contemplating much on what might happen or the possible outcome of his actions.

’ 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 whispered a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess, asking her to give my mother peace, and for strength, because I knew I couldn’t stay broken for long. When I finally turned to leave, I climbed into the car and looked out the window one last time. That was when I saw him. A man stood at the edge of the woods, draped in a black robe that concealed his face. He carried a black bag, his posture oddly familiar. My heart skipped. There was something about the way he stood, the way his shoulders hunched slightly forward. Recognition hit me like lightning. Alpha Hunt. My father. The man who had abandoned my mother and me to die during the war.

“He’s coming.” My heart slams against my ribs. Footsteps echo down the stone hallway, slow, deliberate, heavy. The hooded figure steps into the doorway, shadow swallowing the candlelight. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to. Because now that I’m awake, now that my magic isn’t clouded by fear, I can see him clearly. The hood. The stance. The aura of dark, twisted power. Jason Moore. I glare at him. “You don’t have to hide. I know who you are.”

The number one healer on the server. Game ID: Miracle Hands. This time, I wore a soft, elegant French-style dress and took my seat early at a high-end restaurant. Miracle Hands turned out to be the refined type–gold-rimmed glasses, polished, dangerous in a quiet way. All it took was one sentence: "Last time in the dungeon, your positioning almost wiped the entire team. You still owe me an apology." Just like that, he willingly cut my steak for me, poured my wine–completely at my service.