Hoshi Hoshi No Mi Novels & Stories

"You said that Hoshi won't harm me because he's yours. Then that's mean you're doing a good deed for me. Why? Why would you help me?" "Because I like you." Minghao and Hoshi's eyes have met. "Is this the reason why you didn't abduct her?" Minghao whispered. Having the second-hand embarrassment, Hoshi gave him a peace sign using his index and middle finger. A cute chuckle slipped from his lips as he slowly nodded his head. Not interested at Junhui's feelings for Celine, Minghao turned his head away, and so did Hoshi. 'It might be impossible for them to be together, but I wanted to do my best, at least,' Hoshi sighed while hearing his master's clumsy confession inside the office continued.

Hikaru smiled and brushed her hair behind her ear. Nozomi smiled, then returned her focus onto her little test. ‘Let me see what you can do.’ When her vehicle went past the swinging double doors and into the haunted house, Nozomi instructed, ‘Protect the ones you’re attached to. Clear the monsters around them.’ Both shikigami flew out of the shadows so abruptly that they caused Hina and Yosuke to jump and collide into each other. “Ah…” Hina and Yosuke winced and rubbed their heads, while Makoto looked back at them with a frown, oblivious to the brutal massacre going on around him.

Kenshi flamboyantly called, "Can I ask a favor and get a golden dust? Just a little." "Of course you can, your highness!" Mariposas answered in chorus, their sweet flirty voices irritating Mizuko. She even mocked them in her head. "Oh, I almost forgot. I have a companion with me." Then Kenshi pointed towards her direction. Raised brows, sharp eyes, cold glares were all on Mizuko and she waved nervously with a smile. "Her name is Mizuko, princess of the Hikari." "From the light?" "She's not that pretty" "Why is she with our prince?"

She opens up the book and this time there are words written on it. This is the day they meet again, the stars were out and moon is shinning brightly. His heart is dwindling on the wicked fire as he once set foot to save his Princess. Memories are ajar and her heart is in scatter. A flower blooms tonight as one of the fragments reappears

I learnt a long time ago , there's no point of speaking , when none is going to value your words . Third person pov : Hoor was looking stunning in her deep red lehnga. Her step mother always felt wary of her .Hoor had gotten the best features of her father and mother . Hoor's step sister was a year older than her. She was beautiful with her black hair and grey eyes , but it was nothing compared to Hoor. Her stepmother didn't want any troubles for her own daughter(Aiza) thats why, decided to marry her off . ........... On the other hand , Arhaan was standing in front of mirror wearing a black 3 piece, combing his hair when his phone started ringing . He picked the call , seeing it was from h

I say" Mikkeli is Mikkeli. He is himself. His father doesn't define him." "Well, in that case, I wish you good luck. Hank makes sure the rest of our pack will stay till the end," she says and heads towards the main door. I see as the door gets closed behind her and look at Hank. "I'm sorry I was avoiding you tonight. I didn't want to escalate the tension. Do you believe her?" I ask. "Yes, that's how it is in our world. Mates are blessings from heaven, and yet we keep twisting them and bending to our expectations." he sighs. "That kid, is he pregnant after that?"

POV: Rose Moon Valley Training Military and strategy class Rose looked around at the people in the class. . Some of them are tall and some are delicate . They stared at her waiting for something that might be more interesting. There had been so many rumors about the new girl. They wanted to see what she was going to be. A misery or good thing for the pack. There could be no slackers. " Hi everyone. My name is Rose and I thank you for all you have done. So if you have a question just ask.

After that long rush of memories, my mind felt strangely clear. Today was our fifth wedding anniversary. I put on the white dress he liked best. I waited from sunset until well past midnight. No flowers. No hug. Just a silent house and the noise from a live stream of the Spencer Group’s gala playing on my phone. Out of that sea of people, I spotted him immediately. He was smiling gently, carefully fastening a necklace around Wendy’s neck. The camera zoomed in. It was a star-and-moon pendant. Tiny diamonds formed a ring of stars, cradling a silver crescent in the center.

She was so strange; she was so different that I had to ignore it as if to let them know it was the first time, I had seen her. Watashi wa sekai ga watashitachi o tomenai koto o yakusoku shimasu, watashi wa sekai ga watashitachi o tome rarenai yō ni suru koto o yakusoku shimasu, watashi wa sora no hoshi ga kagayaki, anata o shiawaseni suru subete no tsuyo-sa de anata o aisuru koto o yakusoku shimasu...

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.