Tae Hanazono 소설 & 이야기

Chef Rowan patted Hana on the head again, "So, wait comfortably there until I'm done with the other." He said, winking one eye which made Hana suddenly have trouble breathing. Hana nodded her head, then walked with light steps towards the bench Chef Rowan was pointing at. *** "Stop smiling, you give me goosebumps." Hana raised an eyebrow in surprise when she heard Delldora's protest voice. Right now Hana is in Delldora's room, doing the task of folding origami in the shape of a crane, which Hana doesn't know what its purpose is.

Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket and all that. Brilliant flame red hair catches my eye and I know who it is before I turn. Char leans against the counter, she straightened her hair today and it falls over her breasts. Large hoop ears and a diamond hang from her ears. She’s wearing a red skirt to match her hair and shiny black heels. Char is my manager, well, she’s the only manager at Ocean Side. She can’t be older than twenty-five, but she runs a tight ship and leaves no room for error. She leans in close so I can hear her over the music.

she addressed herself. Gail snorted. "Moving on, his pack is called Hana, which is Korean for one. Dae-Hyun is a king because he's rich, good looking, gosh it always gets old the third time around, and because he is a brute you do not want to mess with. He's physically and verbally very able to wound you, and out of all three kings, he's most known and more likely to make knuckle to skin contact. If you're thinking he just some chop-slop, think again because the guys has a black belt in judo, taekwondo, and a ten other type of martial arts known to man, or something. To top that, his father, who's Lee Tan of Lee Inc., is partners with Ashwood International so he basically functions as if he

Yua shows the glow of a blade she picked up from one of the men Andreas killed and a gun from a man Andreas knocked out. "I meant, I have an itch." "Finally." Andreas cuts in. All of them stop walking. Yua and Logan are confused, looking to see what was in front of Andreas. A man, six feet tall, hands wrapped in a thick cloth. A Taiwanese Lethwei practitioner by the name of Hsiao-Han Tsai. A champion of underground kickboxing and a former champion of Vale Tudo who went dark years after his debut. Needless to say, Andreas is ecstatic.

Yes, his intention was to apologize to Yoona who was above that. Alright, after apologizing to Yoona and Jeje. I returned to focus on Nana a.k.a Kenkyo this time. I turned my gaze to where Nana's index finger was pointing. "What's so interesting, huh?" I whispered as Nana's index finger only pointed at a group of people. Teenagers today are weird. Just a bunch of people, so in demand. "Nii-san! That's Zhou Zan Da-san! Kenkyo's favorite singer. Kyaaaaa! The music producer is there too. Kyaaaa is handsome! His name is Watanabe Takeru! Huaaa... Takeru-kun!"

Kim added that make Annie and Hajoon back for being more nervous. "Hahaha! he likes to make some jokes now!! Hahaha!" "Mr. Kim!" Hajoon sim0ply whispered to him. "Hmmh... TAEYONG?, He is a famous singer here in Korea, right? Well, they have some a bit of resemblance and..." "Mom!" Annie shouted. They were all shocked and looked at Annie.

Tori reaches out to shake his hand. “Kai,” he introduces himself as he shakes my mate’s hand. “Tori, this one beneath me is Hanzo, your mate’s brother, and this is our daughter Nimue,” Tori introduces the three of us as she grabs Nimue and sits her on my abs as I sit up on my elbows in the sand.

Jian stepped beside her, stunned. Han lowered his weapon. “He knows you.” Tears welled in Chaewon’s eyes. “Maybe there’s hope.” __Two Days Later— LEE ESTATE__ The boy—now named ‘Haon’, sat by the window, drawing cranes in red crayon. Jian watched him, arms folded, silence thick between them. “He’s calm,” Han said. “Too calm.” “He was built to obey,” Jian said. “But he’s learning fast.” Chaewon entered, holding Haon’s medical records. “Physically healthy. No neural implants. But... memories were uploaded. Artificially.”

Ah, sounds like a threat to Hana of course. ***

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.