Story Of Hana の小説・ストーリー

Apart from remembering how her death was so dark, I also lack a story," Ha Mino said, pushing the script that was on the table towards Lee Umji. ''I know this may sound selfish, but if you don't mind… I want you to finish it. Kim Hana's biography will probably be the first work published in a publication that I will build later. '' Lee Umji took a sip of saliva. Her hands trembled as she started holding the script. Her whole journey as Kim Hana seemed to come back. ***

HANNAH "Thank, Goddess, for the life you give. Also, the pup you trusted me. I promise to protect it with all my might. But please, don't take another happiness away. I need Eliot. My pup needs a father. Please." I didn't know how many times I murmured the same wish over and over. It had been a day in Red River Pack, but we hadn't heard the news of Eliot. But we got another one, and it was sad news.

She squealed clapping her hands like a child. "Oh Lola, you're the best!" She moaned after the first bite. "I know." "Titilola, you know we'd be living anytime from now, and you're giving this one food." Tana's mum came in and scolded me. "Mummy leave her o, your daughter and grand child would have starved if not for her and her good conscience." Tana countered in between mouthfuls. "No problem, just don't make us go late because from what I heard, your husband is already tensed."

"No, it's not that, are you sure?" "According to what my family told me" "No offense but you believe them?" So I wasn't the only one that thought the story was near fetched, is that even correct? "No. But it's the only thing that I've got to go on. I can't ask people because a family member is always with me whenever I leave the house, and if you haven’t noticed you're the only who yalks to me in this whole school. Even the teachers refuse to look me in the eye"

Hannia was causing me an attraction that I didn't know, and I want to know more about her. Hannia started to relax, and her memories began to flow like a movie in my mind. I could see and feel everything she remembered, but her memories were not of her; I noticed something strange she saw in the past; those memories were not of someone else. The first image was a garden with a lake, a couple hugging and kissing. They were Maxon and Alania because I was seeing her mother's life. The image of their wedding, but Hannia could not see her mother's face for some strange reason. Then came a heartbreaking scream, and I could see the image of Maxon, burning in red flames.

She said soliloquized. Gift and his children gave them the best treatment they could offer, and served them one of the best meals in the kingdom. They tried their best to make them feel at home and make them comfortable. After the proper welcoming, then they started with stated to chit-chat. Through that Hana narrated how she met Siyabong, how she had been living since she got married to him, and how he do come to visit them at least ones in a month when she was pregnant and after giving birth to Helena. The name was given to her by the gods.

I expect them to be shy, but before I can open my mouth to speak, Hera beats me to it. “Hiram’s mate is a child?” She asks, and Hana smacks her gently, causing me to chuckle. “I am not a child, Hera, and I am twenty,” I say to her, and her brows crease. “I am petite, and this is my height.” “Oh,” she says, and then Hana rolls her eyes. “Do not mind my sister. She really doesn’t know how to speak to strangers,” Hana says, and I wave my fingers slightly, signaling that I am okay with her.

I knew he would have wanted us to fight, to survive, and I was trying my best to make that a reality. I knew Liya harbored resentment for me for not speaking up or fighting against Wade's torture, and I didn't blame her for that. But I knew better. I knew it was the only way to protect the secret I was carrying. I, Hana, was the last surviving offspring of the Moon Wolf bloodline; a bloodline of werewolves and elementals so powerful they were considered lethal. In the old days, they had been caught and sentences to death, but my great grandfather had managed to escape with his wife.

WOO HANA LIM WAS AN EXTREMELY GORGEOUS GIRL, with long and curly red hair and big crystalline-light-blue eyes, a curved body, and a memorable and beautiful smile. Since 3rd grade, Hana loved Park Kaden Lee, a white boy with black-pitch wavy hair and shining golden eyes, with all her heart, and everyone around her knew it. She did absolutely everything for him even if there wasn't anything for her at the end.