Himura Mha Novels & Stories

“Okay, let’s cover your eyes again, then.” The nurse had everything ready to do it. The doctor stepped back to give her room and told me to pay attention, so I could do it myself from then on. But the Haunter Supreme didn’t think so. He tilted his head away from the nurse the moment she touched him. “Let her do it,” he said, bossy like only he could be in that situation.

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

the queen nodded. After Maya left, Lucian kept on working in his study for hours. He had so many papers to sign and letters to respond to. After he finished, he had a meeting with some foreign ambassadors, noblemen, and knights. It was a monthly meeting where he received news from all sorts of places, incidents and details of his latest war, or the battles of others, and all such matters. There, they would discuss everything together and he would arrange what should be done according to what was proposed to him, or promise to solve some matter in council. He forbade what sounded unreasonable to him, accorded favours, signed letters and promised vacant offices for the people who deserved it.

He paused. “Hot as fuck.” Ava giggled. 'What a drama queen,' I thought to myself. “The last one sitting in the middle between Scarlett and Noah is Zachariah Diaz also Marcus’s sworn enemy.” He finished off his speech with a dramatic bow making us chuckle in response. “Sworn enemy?” Ava curiously asked. “Yeah, he kinda is the Captain of the boxing and swimming club.” “Woah, both?” A smirk formed on my face. “Yep.” He said popping the ‘p.’

Harvey replied calmly, "I told you if I should cripple your hand before you surrender." "You idiot!" Haruka yelled as fear and terror twisted her face. Her makeup kept melting off her once beautiful face. "Do you even know who I am? I am Haruka Ito, the representative of the Far East Division of Hexagon Inc.! I am a member of the Five Royal Gates and daughter of the Way of Fire! I am Haru Miyamoto's lover, representative of the Island Nation's Martial Arts Alliance, Shinto Way prodigy, and the leader of the Six Schools. Even in Country A, I have countless people to back me up!

What I did will probably haunt her for the rest of her life. A bonus chapter because it is in Micheal's pov. Comment about your thoughts on Micheal.

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

Luceya said. Elmina nodded. “Of course. Come along, Keyla.” “Who’s the Maajira? ” she asked. “The head of the Order of the Na’Himara,” Luceya told her. “A most wise and powerful Sorceress.” That certainly peaked Keyla’s curiosity, and she followed along eagerly, the sound of her sandaled feet echoing softly as they walked through the circular chamber again. As they passed the statue, Keyla asked, “Who is that?”

Just how old she was. 'I know how you're feeling right now. You must be wondering about my age." Uma said with a smile. Mia was once again surprised and became speechless. How could she read her thoughts? "That is the first question every time this situation occurs. You see, I am an old lady per se, but I am also a healer. This is just one of the benefits." "You have to be quite a powerful person to build something like this," Mia responded for the first time. "She is one of the top 10 hunters in the whole nation, and also the only SS-rank healer in the whole country," Huntress added.

The head of the Sunland Martial Arts Association, Okajima, looked grim. His beady eyes darted around, and he fidgeted uncomfortably in his suit as if it were covered in thorns. The phone in his hand was heated up like a hot potato and nearly out of battery.