Na Hoon-a Novels & Stories

I laughed. “ you are princess no more but a Sharma now? ” I asked , she nodded. “ I found out that the Emperor doesn't sleep at night , give me a chance to live and I will cure you. I will heal you of your sleeplessness. ” “ very well then, it is true I do not sleep very well at night . I will give you a chance tonight to heal me, if I sleep this night you live but if I don't, your execution would unfailing happen tomorrow. ”

Hanna's POV My name is Hanna, I'm twenty years old, I'm a professional singer and a salesperson in my spare time. This is how I define myself on my social media. That's because since I was little I dreamed of becoming a rock singer. I was born in the United States, but I was conceived in the United Arab Emirates. My father, Samir, fell in love with an American tourist and so I was born. To live out his love, my father abandoned everything and came to the United States with my mother. Here I grew up being very loved and when I was two years old, I gained a brother. Our family lived very happily until my mother died. She was murdered when I was fifteen. It was the hardest time of my life, and

I said "it's ok iam the one who is careless it's not your mistake at the same time iam okay" ash ran near me and asked "honey are you alright" I nodded my head that girl said "nice name honey" I smiled she said "iam niha niharika" I said "nice name niha" she is such a sweet person she asked "are you new here" I said "yeah" she said "iam also staying here only I think we can meet again" i said okay she went back we both returned to home

You guys are my world. ″Oh look Niya! She's trying to make our heads swell!″ Anas exclaimed. ″Stop being a drama queen,″ Ahmed interjected. ″And Mr. Cool finally makes an entrance,″ Haniya said sarcastically. Ahmed ignored her. ″How are you, Ameera?″ he asked Anna. ″I'm fine. How about you Ahmed?″ she said. ″I'm surviving with these idiots,″ he said referring to Anas and Haniya who immediately started making monkey noises.

“ SO, MY ZOMBIE GIRL’S NAME IS SURUCHI. WOOHP! THE WORLD IS SO SHORT.” { SEND GEMS FOR SURUCHI AND VIHAAN . }

“How are you this day?” “Oh, Aaron, you’re always so formal,” she replied, smoothing her worn blue frock. “You know you may call me Aislyn. We’ve known each other since we were wee ones.” “Aye, we have, though tis true that neither of us are so wee anymore.” She peered at him for a moment, her brow furrowed, as if she were not sure what he was alluding to. “That is to say, I’m seventeen, and you’re nearly sixteen, aren’t you?”

Eleven, a young 18-year-old girl who lives in fear, her life feels dark and crowded like hell. Even though she doesn't know what it's like to live in the real hell, but living with her alcoholic father makes her believe that hell will be better than the place she calls home.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

Happy reading…. 6 months back At Sahana and Aahan’s match making meet up. "Sahana is the only child and she is a software engineer. Though she misses her mother but she never complained me for anything. Sahana is so strong and brave girl.", Mr. Viswa Sharma, Sahana’s father Introduced her to Aahan and his parents.

“By the way, Lapochka, I notice that you have some hectic muscle on your legs and upper thighs-” A growl from the stove as Kai continues to do whatever it is that he’s doing. “Okay, okay geez,” Nikolai says and holds up his hands while rolling his eyes. “Do you work out a lot, or is there another secret you’re hiding?” I look at Nikolai, surprised that he even noticed the muscle definition in my legs because they don’t really show. “I’m a dancer, more specifically a ballerina. Not professionally though; I was told that I am much too curvaceous to ever be a Prima Ballerina.” I say and see his eyes widen at my words.