Hanna Bgc Novels & Stories

Reynolds stepped aside to reveal the newcomer. As she entered the room, the collective gasp of surprise was nearly audible. Hannah was a vision that seemed to have stepped straight out of a storybook. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, a striking contrast to her fair complexion. Her eyes were a captivating shade of azure, reminiscent of the clearest summer skies. Freckles adorned her cheeks, giving her an endearing and youthful charm. She carried herself with grace and poise, her movements as fluid as a dancer's. Hannah was dressed in the school's uniform, a crisp white blouse and a pleated plaid skirt, but she managed to infuse it with her sense of style. A delic

The remnants of light in her eyes are disappearing. Knowing that she won’t be fighting him, he cuts away the ropes on her body. He mumbles with a deep voice, “You remember me, Hana.” “Yes,” She replies timidly. “Oppa.” He lays her down on the floor washed with Kim Min Seo’s blood. It soaks her clothes. “The colour of blood is the most suitable for you.” Ahn Hana closes her eyes, letting him cut away her clothes with a knife one by one. She knows that she will be killed if she struggles against him. A single tear rolls down on her cheek.

"He’s not like that. Morgan is already head over heels for you like a puppy. He’s a handsome, intelligent, and wealthy man. What more could you want to fall into his arms?" Hanna stared at herself in the mirror with conviction igniting in her eyes. "For him to fall in love with the deformed Hanna! Then I would give him everything, even my life!" she stood up, irritated, heading to the bathroom. She tried to be as subtle as possible with the bandages. She used a few over her skin with purple and red spots, with an extra layer of skin that mimicked a rash. She knew well how to do this and make it look realistic, as she studied medicine and loved makeup.

Sick of her nagging, Raina promised her with a frown, “Don’t worry. I’m not planning on hurting anyone!” Hearing that Hannah nodded, took out a small red pouch from a bag, and handed it to her, saying, “This contains blood. Hide it well, and you can wait till you get the right chance to break it.” “Alright.” “And watch out for the car with the licence number ending with the digits 88. The car will take you to the place you want to go.” Hearing that, Raina nodded and smiled. With that, Hannah turned around and left. Raina then walked to the bathroom in a park and put a blood pouch inside her dress. However, just when Raina was about to head out, she bumped into Hannah again. Startled, she won

Hanna was a simple woman. She was different from other women who loved to glam up. She could simply figure that Hanna had no make-up. She just wore denim pants and a white shirt paired with white sneakers. She had no accessories on her body. Arabella could say Hanna was a simple and humble girl but she is very beautiful. No wonder, her brother Eric likes Hanna. With her thoughts, Arabella smiled. “Well just like you. Trying to breathe some fresh air.” Arabella sounded grasping air heavily.

He will still lead the conversation. Hanna's lips curled into a scornful sneer as she settled into the chair opposite Hideous. She took her pen and paper with resentment in her eyes as he started to write. "My tongue may be cut off, but don't look at me like that. I can still kill you right here, right now." Hideous raised an eyebrow. "I doubt you could do that." Hideous smirked. "So, what brings you here?" Hanna glared at him and started to write her words again. "I came to tell you the truth," she declared. Her handwriting is full of disdain, pain, and hatred. "About your daughter, Sherly."

“Madame Celine, this is the water for you.” We looked at the return of Hanna’s two companions. The man had one gallon of water while one woman had a wine glass. “Water the wineglass.” Hanna’s calm orders the two. Hanna gave me a wineglass with only water, then she released the two. With her, following she locked the door and approached me again. A serene tranquility washed over me as I quenched my thirst, enabling me to center my attention on Hanna. She is looking at me with her forehead wrinkled. Using his hand, she brushes her burgundy bubble bob hair.

She took deep breaths before shaking her body off and continued trying to walk properly in heels. An hour later, Hannah finished with her hair and makeup. Her hair is curled lightly with the top of her hair braided while the lower half is let loose. Her eye makeup is smokey blue and her lips are covered in a light shade of red. Her features are also evident because of the contour, bronzer, highlights, etc. “Go sit down and get your hair and face done,” Hannah said and pointed at the seat and Fatima nodded before going to the chair and sitting down. She nervously looked at the mirror before the makeup artist told her to close her eyes while the hairdresser was brushing her hair out.