Killua Nail Novels & Stories

Nailah came forward holding a bottle containing a green liquid and knelt beside Alexia. Nailah was wearing just a man's shirt which was a clear indication that she had joined in the fight as well and damaged her clothing. Someone definitely lent her a shirt knowing it was her first time and she probably didn't think to come along with extra clothing. I had a particular somebody in mind. "She is completely unconscious, she can't take the herbs. Please we need to hurry back home to see what the doctor can do?" Nailah cried out when Reign did not respond to her bidding.

A grin tugged her lips when she took in my outstretched hands, my fingers colored in horrifying nail polish. “You don’t like it? I thought we both did an outstanding job adding glitter here,” she teased, pointing at my middle finger. “Hilarious.” I deadpanned. Kiara snickered and took my hand in hers after dabbing a cotton ball in acidic solution. It had a strong smell which I tried to ignore and focus on Kiara’s mild perfume twanged with coconut and black vanilla. While she removed the nail polish, I gazed at the way her eyebrows were furrowed with concentration. She had undone her braid after lunch, so few strands of her hair brushed her cheeks.

I laugh. Keila takes my right hand out of the bowl and begins removing dead skin. She pushes back my cuticles and cuts the skin away. While Keila works on my right hand, Daniela works on my left hand. Calista has her hands in bowls and her feet in another foot spa tub. The girls put lotion on and massage my hands. I definitely like being pampered. They are going to put French tips on my nails but instead of white they use black. Once the black tips are dry they put on a layer of clear polish with silver glitter. It’s very pretty. They then put my hand under an LED nail lamp to dry and head to work on my feet. “How you doing Davina,” asks Daniela.

"This is Naila, you idiot. You can’t face those monsters if you stay cooped up inside that weak shield. Think, Jade. Process the situation. This isn’t about survival. Fight!" "Naila?" I gasped. "Is that really you?!" "Hey, Jade. Focus! Yes, it’s me—I knew you’d come. But right now, concentrate. I’m trapped on the other side, and you can’t reach me without defeating these metal demons." The words lit something in me. Something raw. "Okay," I whispered. I held my ground. "You could’ve used a smaller shield," Naila muttered. "More agile. Less energy-intensive. You’re boxed in now."

I will give it back because it belongs to her and because the second one wants to go home. I complete the treatment with the particular focused precision of someone whose hands are doing their job while their mind is absorbing something large, and at the forty-four-minute mark, three minutes longer than the first session because the strengthened dual-signature required the extended integration time, I withdraw the aura and the silver on Kai's nails holds as it has been holding since the first session, steady and quiet. His numbers are the best they have been since I started tracking them. He sits up without difficulty. He flexes his hands and looks at the shimmer and he says: "The second one

His eyes narrowing, he stomped his foot on the tiles of the fifth floor. At the same time, he charged an ocean's worth of pure vigor, focusing everything on his left index finger. "Try this on for size! Dragon Nail!" Alba and Isla looked on in shock and disbelief as Saul went all out. They thought that their doom was assured, and Alba was dead sure that Saul would subdue Frank with ease just like he did with him.

“Alright soldier! On your position!” Herman aims all of his fingers at Kiki. Kolonel enters back to Herman”s tattoo. The green light lightens Herman’s nails. “Teknik Jitu: Meriam Barda! (Ultimate Technique: Barda Cannon)” Herman exclaimed shooting 10 nails altogether to Kiki and resulting Kiki can”t move his body because of the explosion from those nails.

She smiles at me, and I nod in understanding. Heaven, Sienna, and Tatum would be with him and Mama Mari. It’s good Ahren is here, as he stresses his dad out a lot. “Don’t worry, you have Liam as your date,” Raihana says as she places the bottle of glitter in my hand and ushers Delsanra out the door. I sit down again, looking at the nails Delsanra had done for me earlier. I smile happily at the design I had selected. All my nails are either painted a gold, or a dusky pink with a sprinkle of glitter and crystals.

More blush and sexy, not pale as usual. Kumara took the initiative to look down to pick up the brush. Unlucky. The brush even shifted a little under the chair where Kumara was sitting. The woman stooped even more so that her bones made a 'crack crack' sound and her posture was stiffly folded like a penknife. Kumara's long hair was flowing down and down following her body movements. Lisa held her breath as she watched the scene in front of her. Unable to speak. The next second she saw a strange object in between Kumara's hair. The black object is straight and has a flattened round part at the end. Concrete nail!

She took it out in her hand and wears it around her neck. The nanny was reheating the food for dinner and Kiara passed a smile while walking into the living area. She saw Ivaan comfortably sleeping on her big comfy red couch holding a book in his hand and an evil smile crept on Kiara’s lips as she opened the nail paint bottle and coloured all his toenails red. She then silently moved to his hand and painted his nails. Kiara was grinning watching his face when she heard the nanny calling them from the kitchen, “Kiara Ivaan, come dinner is ready,” She shouted and Ivaan slowly opened his eyes only to find Kiara close to his face with a mischievous smile.