The Long Awaited Mr Han Novels & Stories

“Let's welcome the new president of the East Province Business Alliance, Mr. Hanley Foster, and vice president Mr. Denton Hansen to come on stage and say a few words.” Below the stage, once again, thundering applause was heard. “Let’s go, Old Brother Hansen! It’s our turn to go on stage.” Hanley patted Denton on the shoulder. “I’ve been waiting for this day for almost three years. Finally, it’s here.

So damn naive yet a devil! The poor Li Han was standing outside waiting to suffer from a heatstroke. But what can he do when his President ordered him to wait outside. He could only admire the beauty of tall trees and blue sky. Eh..the crows are good too. Inside the car, it was quite ambigious. Mr. Mo clenched his fists and finally summoned all his courage. Taking out an exquisite black velvet box from his suit pocket, he swiftly opened it revealing a dazzling yet simple chain with a pendant hung on it.

As a result of the strong slap, her head turned sideways, and there were sounds of skin clashing so loudly. “Do you recognize that voice, Mr. Hagen?” The man mocked Camellia with a triumphant look. “I’m currently with your lover, Miss Camellia Duncan.” For a heartbeat, the room was quiet. There was an irritation on the face of the forty-year-old man, because Hagen didn’t react at all or make any sound. And sure enough, after a long wait, Hagen said, “Look, I don’t care what you do with that girl. So, don’t pester me for unimportant things.”

She sat on the couch, and her brows frowned when she saw what was inside the box. An envelope and a picture was the only thing that was inside of that big box. The madam took the photo out of the box and stared at it. It was a photo of a young man who was wearing a hospital gown and was somewhat having therapy, the face of the man was the one that caught the madam’s attention. “Han?” She uttered as she covered her mouth. She then immediately took out the enveloped and read it. “Did you like my present? You will soon meet him”- Mr. Z

Han said unconsciously, smiling at his and Jonathan's work. He tapped Jonathan's shoulder and said delightfully, "Let's go back to the hut and wash. You did a good job as always, Jonathan. Thank you for helping this old man do his job." "It's only right to offer my services to the people who are feeding us," Jonathan responded with a polite smile. "Sigh, such a fine man you are. How about you have a drink with me after dinner?" Mr. Han offered. "Ah, it's fine, Mr. Ha-"

The pawnbroker had the smile of a man who had survived every government by never loving anything without resale value. His name was Mr. Han, though the brass plate on the counter listed three other names beneath it, each scratched out in a different century. He knew what my temple was before I spoke. More importantly, he knew what it was not. "You are not a god," he said, weighing my grandfather's key in his palm. "Working on it." "No." His smile thinned. "Gods are expensive. You are still cheap enough to be honest." Ava muttered, "I hate that I understand him."

Jackson and Henry tried to shield Hana; they didn't want her to get agitated and continue to hit others. Fortunately, the form-master showed up in time, but contrary to Henry's expectations, he just glanced at the 3 of them and saw nothing had happened. Newo was given the momentum to look up to Jackso, Henry, and Hana as unacceptable and superfluous. From the look on his mouth and the obnoxious look on his face. Hana knew Newo was telling her to return to where they had come from. The form-master was an older man with gray hair and thick glasses strapped to his chest. Hana didn't feel like his a friendly teacher. Jackson said, "Professor Morsa, we were assigned to class this morning," Jackso

rippled through the kitchen. I stayed quiet, still half-crouched, pretending to clean the floor, praying he wouldn’t notice my shaking hands. Don’t look at me. Please don’t look at me. He turned slightly, his voice softening just enough to sound human. “Carry on.” The room burst back into motion, utensils clattering like nothing had happened. But no one missed the way Luna’s face drained of color. She hadn’t planned for that. Mr. Han was pale too. “Sir, we didn’t know you’d be visiting today—”

he finished and dropped the script. A few minutes later, someone knocked and as he was about to say come in the person walked in. He raised his eyebrow and a smile appeared on his face. A dark-skinned man in his late twenties walked in, dressed in a black joggers and black hoodies with a black cap; that's covering half of his face, leaving only his plump lips and nose visible. "Hey Mark, thought you were dead," he said to the young man who just walked in. Mark rolled his eyes and sat down, he pulled off his cap and dropped it on the desk and ruffled his curly hair.

I glanced at Emily and Madam Isabel, but they all had this knowing look that I couldn't quite fathom. "Good thing you did. I was just talking about bringing you here with Mr. Giordano, from that boy's house or wherever you were, if necessary. But here you are." I stared in disbelief as resounding steps ascended the stairs. "Mr. Giordano?" I was shocked. Why was I going to be forced to come here if I hadn't shown up? What baffled me more was the fact that they knew I was out of jail. "Hello, Moore," the extremely intimidating yet captivating voice of the man I had rejected six years ago sounded before me. His kingly aura filled the entire house. "It's good that you're back!”