Hetalia America Chibi Novels & Stories

As a female who spent her whole life working with flowers and silk blossoms, his simple words touch my inner wolf deep down in my soul. I bite down extra hard on my lower lip to stop my face from twisting up with more messy tears. I have already ugly-cried way too many times today in front of this incredibly handsome, powerful Alpha King.

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I pressed. She smiled and turned her head away for a moment, she was shy. Then she met my eyes. “Okay,” she breathed, with a smile on her face “Osborne, I like you.” I laughed. “Like? Really, Aina? If you don’t say the proper word, I’ll make you.” I released her hand and tickled her. She burst into laughter, the sound bright and helpless. When she tried to steady herself she added, “It’s love. Not ‘like’—I take it back.”

She had expected this. She knew it was too good to be true when she found out that Damian was her mate. She knew she wouldn't be good enough just like the others had said. Damian was a beta. He deserves someone beautiful and fit. Not someone who could barely keep her back straight. The tears slipped. It fell on her chest. The tears were sinking into her clothes. No one noticed. “Not only is it weird. She's also shameless. I don't like girls like her.” Damian added mercilessly.

Me: uhh, I don't have any stories Chubi : then sing me a lullaby I sighed Me: I don't know any Chubi : what kind of a sister are you? I chuckled Me: lie down and close your eyes, I'll tell you a story and you'll have to imagine the characters Chubi : okay sis He laid down and I covered him, his bunny was in his arms

The thing seemed rather cute and cuddly, except that it was barring its sharp teeth towards Shia, which did not seem too pleasing considering how big they were. “Umm, don’t mind Chibi. He’s just your everyday, average mowngry. Well, you might have noticed that he’s exceptionally chubby and maybe a tiny bit overfed, don’t you think? But don’t tell him I told you that... He’s rather sensitive,” the woman whispered nearer her ears.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.