Tae Hanazono Novels & Stories

Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. Damon's hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sun glinted off his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt he wore, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans were well-worn and fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

After the seventh qualifiers ended, there are only eight people left so far Yao Tai. Zhi Rou. Momo from the Torture Club. Dong the owner of the wind spear.Feng Han, the son of a middle sect master, was nominated as the best contender. And Kang, the owner of the sword movement. Baek from the Buddha Temple, only the "Sage Buddha's Palm" technique has come out so far. And then Choi from the phoenix family, which means a pure person, which is like the purity of water, thus reflecting the vitality of the phoenix

“Of course, no problem! Aino is the brightest child in the world. You’re my pride!” After saying that, he then led Aino to chase after Hana and the old lady with big strides. Within three minutes, they caught up with them. He took over the duffel bag that Hana was carrying from behind her, which startled Hana. She suddenly turned her head around and shouted furiously, “What are you… What are you doing?” “At the very least, I am Tessa’s boyfriend. I’ll give you a lift. It’s easier compared to you carrying it like this,” Zayn said.

She was model like tall around 5 Feet 9 inches. "Oh come on! We can bunk this class okay? I'll arrange for the attendance" Lauren replied annoyed. "If all three of us leave! Whose gonna mark the attendance?" Isabella asked with raised eyebrows. "Mr.Johnson!" She remarked look at the teacher with a smirk, he was a man in his mid thirties. He looked at her with a slight smile before continuing on his teaching again. "What am I missing here?" Isabella asked confused, Lauren just smirked back.

He gave me back my note. For the rest of the class, he didn't distract me. At the end of the class, we parted ways. I had to get a textbook for my next class so I went to my locker. I opened it, took the textbook, and closed it to see someone resting on the locker next to mine. It was Tiana Cooper. If you must know, Tiana Cooper was the biggest bitch at Queens High and also the school's number one whore. Not to be mean but she fucked around. Even Chris had tapped her.

“You can save me the mystery tour, doctor. Tell me why do I have to replace him, or don’t expect compliance from me—ever.” “Only if you promise me something first,” Tae said, his voice sharpening. “Don’t eat or drink anything from anyone but me. Don’t talk to anyone but me.” Zane barked a humorless laugh, his teeth flashing. “What am I supposed to do then? Nod my head for the rest of eternity? You think I can survive without talking?” “Brother Yeonho does,” Tae countered, folding his arms in an unconvincing show of confidence. “Have you ever seen him speak more than necessary?”

Y. K-Soul, or Kwan Hanseol, was 18 at the time of debut. We were born the same year but he was born in October while I was born in December. He was pronounced the visual of the group. He was also one of our main rappers and dancers. Outside of S.T.A.Y, he had a very hip-hop way of doing things- be it his music production, dance or his clothing. In fact, he had made quite an impression with his sense of style. His now blond hair was one of his biggest assets, if you asked me. It was the easiest to style among all of us.

I muttered as my eyes traced the little streams of water flowing between the stone paths leading to the reception. "I'm glad that you like my creation, Mrs. Hart." I raised my eyes and saw a handsome Asian man in his early fifties standing in front of us. His black hair was perfectly combed up, and his complexion was more flawless than mine in my middle twenties. "I apologize if I startled you." He chuckled, smoothing his navy suit jacket. "I'm Soon Han. You may call me Han." His eyes shifted from me to Aiden, and he gave him a little nod.