New Hental Novels & Stories

"I've never said that I was dead and my company never announced my death. It was just rumors that the media simply made up. Besides, I'm prepared to make a comeback after a while." "What?!" Hilda shouted before she fell into deep shock. After being stunned for a while, she started to feel a little excited and surprised. Suppressing her joy, she asked, "If you're going to make a comeback, what are you going to do? Can you tell me a little bit about it?" Sure enough, Hilda is still Hilda. Even though she lost her memory, she is still the pumpkin that I remember. Nathan replied with a smile, "I recently got a really good business proposal and I am going still working out the proposal. It's abou

the man remarked with a lick of his lips. Black energy swirled constantly around the man, whose name was Halbert Joal. He was a core disciple of Cesun's Yellow Ghost Sacred Land. Possessing exceptional demonic abilities, his attainment level was only surpassed by the Evil Sect's chosen one. He served as the primary force sent by the Yellow Ghost Sacred Land to enter the Starry Sky Battlespace.

" I stated that I would not be wearing a bikini top and shorts. I'm also concerned since the new theme was completed sooner with the sexy one that came before it. "Your henna tattoos are beautiful." I admired her henna all over her back and arms as she smiled at me and opened the bottle of wine as we strolled together down the street. I haven't posted anything on this blog in a long time. Because I'm alone, but now that you're here, I've already found myself some company!" He stated it while taking a sip from the bottle he was holding. It has the appearance of a liter of rum. "Where exactly are we? Is there nothing going on tonight?" I inquired, and then I saw that someone was staring at me.

He was something else now, a god they’d dressed in music. Her throat tightened. For a moment, she forgot why they were here. Samuel touched her shoulder. “Abbie…” “...I see him.” She didn’t look away. Then a voice behind them: “You don’t belong here.” They spun around. A young man stood a few feet away, no armor, no weapon, but unmistakably Citadel, sleek white uniform, a faint silver glow at his temples where a neural implant pulsed. His dark hair was perfectly kept, his face sharp, too clean for anyone who’d ever set foot in the Ruins.

Taylor's POV It's finally Friday and today, one of the top school teams in Canada will go against Zach's team for the Football competition. I was lucky enough to be discharged straight after Dr. Drake had checked the scans and informed my parents and me that nothing was wrong, and I could go home. Turns out Nora, my second sister, had been dating Dr. Drake. I found out that they were once friends from our hometown, and he had later moved here to pursue his dream as his doctor.

Hindrances will never be big when your love and honesty with your partner. Aimie becomes the deity of love protecting the land of werewolves, sirene,vampire, and demons while Archer leads the whole pack of werewolves, they have beautiful pups namely dawn, clover, and hyuna.

“From a scout who decided to retire early.” “Early,” Mara repeats dryly. Hazel shrugs. “I encouraged his portfolio to diversify. He’s diversifying under a snowdrift.” “What did he say before he went into finance?” I ask. “That Redmaw’s got a new Alpha, Draven Holt, who says we killed a god in the dirt and he’s here to make a church out of our bones. Same old sermon, new pulpit. He wants Eli back.” Hazel’s mouth quirks. “Says he’ll ‘purify’ him.”

Steven said "You got that right" "From the way this card is designed, dude is fucking rich" That was Iphan "Man, dude's getting the money in hard currency" Jhene affirmed "She's hit a jack pot" That was Cali "Touché" • "Quit struggling, will you?" Ace yelled with furrowed eyebrows as he shoved a stubborn Karl to the floor "Let go of me, you son-of-a-bitch" Karl retorted, wiping his nose which was broken. His left eye was swollen and his lower lip was bruised

a sympathetic brother uttered. The men were near the burnt palace premises now, following Jonah behind. There was the sound of someone coming through a partially charred door. It was kept ajar. A young man strode out from it. He stood a few yards away from the men. He was difficult to identify; for his face was partly covered in blood. When he came close, the men cringed in fright, for he wore a skirt of bearskin like theirs. From his belly to his head was bare save for the blood that covered his face, and he had in his right hand, a glittering sword, which he held upward, keeping its sharpest tip above his head. With his left hand, he held a man’s head which had been cut off from the body.

"Can you hear the nonsense you just spurt out? You underestimated the man by sending two men in? And keeping eight out? From the many operations we carried out in the past, when and where did we ever placed more men behind the bars? Answer me, you fucker!" "I thought he was just a fucking billionaire! He should be easy to handle! I never thought it was going to go this fucking way!" "Do not yell at me, you motherfucking bastard!" Jagger attempts to swing his arm at Hunter but he's quick to dodge it, holding his fist like he's holding women titties.