Sana Minatozaki Novels & Stories

She only realized she was standing when she had opened her teary eyes. "I..I..." Anna raised her head to look at Dr Joon with a surprised expression only to see the women smiling like an idiot. "You have it!" the woman suddenly said startling Anna. She quickly held the bars for support "Wh...what?" Dr Joon's smile grew wider, Anna had a feeling that any wider, her lips would touch her eyes. "You have the spark!" "The spark?" "Yes!" Dr Joon nodded excitedly. "The spark that one needs to become an exceptional barrette. I don't know where you came from Anna Lu but, I have high hopes for you!"

but other are greedy minded. Savina is completely,kind Character .Mr.Ramon , is a negative man but Shizuka's entry turned his life . Shizuka is like a lonely lady ,who will not accompany anyone with them except her Grandpa .Her mind is filled only with hate and not love . Her mind will be cleared of someone take care of her and spread her love . Though , she is cold grandpa's behaviour never failed to cheer her and lead a positive way .

He hissed at the newcomer. Oh so she was Hanabi, I looked at the newcomer who was a woman in her mid-20s with the height of what seemed to be 5'8" who had long wavy hair that reaches her hip with grey eyes and milky skin, she wore a shoulder blouse, black pencil skirt, and black stilettos. The woman who was known as Hanabi grinned at Zero; the latter rolled his eyes at her. "What do you want? Don't you see I'm quite busy at the moment?"

Then it was Nimura's turn to introduce his character. "This is Minato Lolita. It was a female character. Her age was 22 and about the details, I think I will pass it to Hikari. Since I don't want to mess up with his idea." Hikari agreed with it since He was the one who writes the story. Then Neu asks him "So everything that I need to do is just tell you about my character name?" Hikari says to Neu that would be enough for him since they didn't know the details about the story. So Neu continues it by introducing his character.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

“What is it?” She didn’t answer immediately. She was listening, too intently. I knew that she was stronger than others, and Giovanni was sure to train her differently if her mother was Tatiana then there was a slight better chance for her to be different, just as Sienna was. Though I knew that she was a little more prepared than our Luna, I also knew that she had a little more difficult demeanor than Sienna did. Then she whispered, “Something’s wrong. Someone's here, but they're masking their scent.”

After opening all the plates, she stood up. Martin swallowed as she walked seductively to the door. She locked it and walked to his table. She sat on it and opened her legs widely. Martin's breath hitched as he stared as her bare vagina. It was shaved clean, just the way he loved it. He managed to rest his back on the sofa. He was suddenly not hungry for food anymore. The woman unbuttoned her shirt completely. Afterwards, she dipped her index and middle fingers into her mouth while maintaining direct eye contact with her boss. She was his personal chef and also his sex toy.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

"Scarlett." ******

At 23, she had thought she might grow a bit taller, but her 5'2" frame stubbornly remained. She had a petite but curvy figure, a body that made her look softer than she felt inside. Her hair—thick, wild, and as red as fire—cascaded down her back in unruly curls. It was impossible to tame, impossible to hide. Her brown eyes, large and expressive, often betrayed her emotions before she could mask them. Right now, they were filled with nervous energy as she focused on the ticket scanner in front of her. She bit down on her full lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. "Alright," the woman continued, pointing towards a section of the venue. "So, when guests come in, you scan their