hana uzaki

wake up, Hana almost forget everything. why? checked the story as her journey begin.

Story of a clumsy boss who couldn't himself but toh fall for his assistant. Who supports him to find his lost sister who brought a stromy tragedy with her...... tag along to solve the mystery.

Yuri Kitagawa is in love with her teacher named Hana Shirogane, age 33, F but the thing is Yuri is 17... what will people think? who knows

HANA BERPETUALANG BERSAMA MALAIKAT TAMPAN DARREN. BISAKAH IA MEMBUKA DIRINYA UNTUK SEORANG DARREN? DIKALA MEREKA BERSAMA SERING BERTENGKAR

A student reflects on their challenging Grade 7 year, where video games and missed schoolwork caused them to fall behind. Inspired by a hardworking classmate's dream of becoming a surgeon, they resolve to change and focus on academics. Though they never speak to her, her presence motivates them to improve. By Grade 8, they have turned things around, working hard to meet their goals. As the school year ends, the student contemplates thanking the classmate for inspiring their personal growth.

Ken Nazumoto is a weird and loner high-school boy. He doesn't have any friends until one day he talks to a girl next to him. What Ken does not know is that if he wants to make his friendship work he's going to have to face the intense wall of depression and suicide. Despite all of these adversities, this is his only way to make true friends.

Hana Wu Feng, a Chinese-Korean graduate; born to a Korean mother and a Chinese father (who is under mysterious investigations). Living in Korea gave her a new perspective of life; not like her experience in China. Shivers run down her spine anytime she remembers her stay there. But all is well in Korea, life is good, friends are good, home is good, what could go wrong? Being the bad luck carrier she usually is, Hana's life begins to take unfriendly twists and turns much to her disapproval. From being de-flowered in an unpleasantly disgusting way to landing back in China, Hana has found herself in what she likes to call "life's deep shit". Surprisingly, life decided to take a sinister turn and now Hana, is somewhere else in this world. Where? Her Hometown, Beijing CHINA; unfortunately for her, that was where she never wanted to return to due to a soon to be familiar gruesome experience there. "Sad sad, unlucky Hana, May God Have Mercy on you." -Mother. ***** Don't worry about me I'll be fine. It's not like I'm dying or anything, it's just that... my life or what I thought was my life, is totally down the drain. It all went down the drain, down the fucking drain! The worst part is that I haven't even found love, never I'm an NBSB girl (No Boyfriend Since Birth). It hurts to know you'll die without ever knowing you loved or fell in love with someone. But its okay, I'm chill. I still got myself; I can love myself, it's not that hard! I owe all this mishap to HIM. If only I knew HIS name... DISCLAIMER: CONTAINS EXTREMELY MATURE AND DARK CONTENT!! WARNING: Slow updates sorry!

It was a blistering summer day... the heat from the sun and the thick scent of perfume suffocated the Emperor who waited for the news of his ongoing conquest. "I present to you this peculiarity my King..." his general smiled proudly as he presented him the beauty just as delicate as a glass snow flower however with a mind as sharp as its broken shards.

Would you believe it if I told you that during all the 16 years I've been looking for some clichés that always happen in manga, they started to happen in my life?! But, it's not exactly how I planned! And why is my favorite manga cliché happening to me?

Her clavicle-length hair and evenly clipped bangs left something to be desired. She was so bashful that it made her look innocent. She could very well be my little sister because she exuded that energy. Well, I know it's not enough to qualify a person to become your little sister but I couldn't help it. But one thing is for sure: she's really beautiful. Did she know it? Was she even aware of that? Or the long almost unkempt hair was a conscious effort to hide her face? She was my type of person! She was rather tall, I tell you that. I wasn't exactly sure if it's because of her being skinny but despite that her cheeks seemed to make up for it. From pink, her face became fully red. Could she get any redder than that? Oh, and yeah, there were a lot of my classmates that were as shy (or more bashful than she was) but she left an impression on me. I could still vividly remember her face as she turned into a talking tomato. 'Talking? She could barely speak.' Our teacher was silent but her stance demanded my poor classmate to hurry up so she did, but not without stuttering in her first few words. "G-g-good morning." Though half of her face was covered by her hair, I could still see the shaking in her eyes. Poor girl. "My… is … A--" She could be seen inhaling deeply until she finally said her name. "--thea Stainth--" Or half of her name I could make out.