Hirai Hana Novels & Stories

Pain that could even kill Hana just by remembering it. Hana wiped her tears with the back of her hand. Wretched! Even in this life, she was also close to marrying Valdo. If only she wasn't stopped by... Huh? Hana stopped in her tracks when someone's face appeared in her head. Zanza should have popped into her head right now, because Zanza was the one who had seized Hana's company and also seduced Valdo. But, for some reason, it was someone else that popped into Hana's head. A beautiful woman with eyes filled with laughter. A beautiful woman named.. Riyona?

’ As the guy closed the car door and walked forward wearing a poker face, on his mentally noted list of to-do things, the top spot was occupied with asking around for who made a scene this morning. The girl in question had no idea about it. But nor did she care. “I unknowingly became the center of attention, huh?” she softly whispered to herself, taming a few strands of hair that the wind blew to cover a part of her left eye. Hana, even before she became an Anito was already a pretty girl. But now that her body transformed into that of a race that resided in the Skyworld, she became prettier and there was an unusual air around her. One would be compelled to admire her at first glance. Her au

She immediately run off under the strong and heavy downpour of the rain with the random flash of lightning which prevailed in the midst of darkness from above. “We will call you . . .” “Hana,” Peter said. Then suddenly a light sucked Hana out from the old time. “You came back,” Queen Cora happily greeted Hana as she helps her to stand up from lying on the ground. “Do you know me?” Hana nods her head, “Yes. My name is . . . Drakaina.” “You made it.” Queen Cora said while smiling. “I need to get the boys.” Drakaina stood up while fixing her hair.

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

It was the voice of the woman that had captured her two years back when she had followed the basket to this island. “Nwanyoo (Easy),” Ejima muffled and turned her attention to the woman. She towered some feet away, with braided hair that dangles on her sides. It was impossible to see her eyes, but Ejima could see the muscle drooping on her shoulders like a watermelon. Save for the fact that women hardly wear weapons, Ejima has never seen a woman with such height and power. Her status could send even the bravest man on their knees.

Her brown hair was pulled up in a bun, away from her face. "Mate." Zander completed. "Ours." He growled possessively. My eyes widened in shock at the realization. I let my gaze travel from her cute face down her chubby body. She had generous tits that were struggling to be set free from the tank top she was wearing. It was obvious from the way they peeked out at the top, stretching the poor fabric. When she noticed I was ogling her, her wet hands flew to her chest in an attempt to block my view.

HANA Bash pinned me with the same cold stare he gave me the last time we met. Even in that coldness, I found comfort in his green eyes, green like the ocean, like a forest, like home, like the universe, my universe. "Mr. Merrick. Good morning." I gave him my best professional smile. Dhalia smiled, tucking the strands of her blond hair behind her ears. "She is Hana Levine. I think you should be acquainted with each other since she will be replacing me starting next month."

Pretend like none of this ever happened. 38: Hiro - Surrender

I was certain that it was around their lunchtime. I got in line and picked up some nutritious takeout food. As I did, Eli’s voice called out, “Oh, what’s all that for?” I ignored him, continuing my search. I soon spotted Hira’s female colleagues, identifiable by their uniforms. “Morning, ladies,” I greeted them. “Can you give this to Hira?” I asked, holding up the food. The three of them exchanged puzzled glances. “She’s sick. Maybe she hasn’t eaten yet. I sent her home earlier because she was sneezing non-stop,” I explained, which they nodded in understanding.

Lelia could be from any pack, who knows. “How old are you, Lelia?” Hana asked to get her mind off the sorrows of her father’s death. “I’m five,” Lelia replied calmly. “I don’t know your name, Miss. But you look beautiful like a princess.” Hana smiled widely, “I’m no princess, Lelia. I’m just a girl mated to Alpha Jarrel of the SeaHowl pack. And my name is Hana.” Lelia’s mouth widened in shock, her cute little hands covering it. Hana couldn’t help but laugh at her expression. Lelia’s eyes bulged out with surprise.