D.va Hana Novels & Stories

All our interactions were dialed back to the friend zone, and it’s been that way for two years and will stay that way for the rest of our lives. “Okay, this is getting SUPER soap opera drama.” Dervila interrupted, putting her arm around me. “You girls need to check yourselves. Hana isn’t interested in stealing your males. She’s got an Alpha heir panting over her, plus whoever she’s got waiting for her at Yale.” “One. Daisuke can drown in a well of wolfsbane lined with silver for all I care.” I rolled my eyes. “And two, what do you mean by someone waiting for me at Yale?”

Addison passes it to her, frowning. “You look like you need to start drinking,” Devin says to. “Also, Hana is already two drinks ahead of us. We need to catch up.” Hana giggles from behind her half-empty wine glass. “I always try to get at least four drinks deep before the speeches start. You know how long-winded Nathan can be.” “I know that better than anyone,” Addison says, laughing. “Hana, I don’t think I’ve met your wife?” “Oh, you’re right,” she says, beaming. She turns to the woman next to her, who’s very pretty—she’s wearing a fitted red dress with matching red lipstick. “This is Jana. She’s a physiotherapist.”

HANA Bash pinned me with the same cold stare he gave me the last time we met. Even in that coldness, I found comfort in his green eyes, green like the ocean, like a forest, like home, like the universe, my universe. "Mr. Merrick. Good morning." I gave him my best professional smile. Dhalia smiled, tucking the strands of her blond hair behind her ears. "She is Hana Levine. I think you should be acquainted with each other since she will be replacing me starting next month."