Pachinko Hana Novels & Stories

"Just put up a cooking challenge!" said a woman sitting right beside Mrs. Betty. Mrs. Marty gasped, her eyes widened, in her mind, she asked whether Hana could even tell which one was sugar and which was salt. But now Hana is a member of the Johnson family, and the Johnson family must not lose face in public, so Mrs. Marty grabbed Hana's hand to bring her daughter-in-law closer to her, "Are you sure you know what tiramisu is?" Mrs. Marty whispered softly to Hana. Growing up in an orphanage definitely meant that Hana didn't have much experience with fancy food! Surely Hana only knows one cake, and maybe Hana doesn't know the various types of cakes. Mrs. Marty, thought, grimacing herself.

Icha quipped. "Why? Are you jealous of me?" Hana replied happily. Anita glared at Hana. She knew Hana was showing off on purpose. "Come on, Icha, stop bothering with this crazy person. You'd better take care of all these documents." "Okay, Anita." Icha said that, and she finally decided to leave the meeting room and walk towards her office. Icha glanced at Anita, who was indeed there, with a slightly cynical look. "You're not jealous because you can't get engaged to Prayoga. After all, you were originally matched with Prayoga," Hana sarcastically remarked.

Hana who was eating her instant noodles was surprised to find who the figure was now in front of her. It's a day off, and Hana clearly has nothing to do with it. Hana looked at Rita who was so neat from top to bottom. Only his brain is not tidy. Hana got rid of Rita's body that was blocking her way and immediately lay down on the floor. Turning on the fan, Mahlum, Hana still has no intention of buying an air conditioner and installing it. Having money but not having intentions is a lie.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

Hana sat across from Namio Rankle in room 4. Namio Rankle remained as cold as ever, carefully pushing the glass of orange juice in front of Hana. "It's the best water here," Namio Rankle said. Hana nodded sheepishly, "Thanks, Namio," "I always thought I'd see you again, Hana. But I didn't expect it to come so quickly," Namio Rankle continued. "Sorry, I haven't even finished training your witch sticks yet," Hana said.