Hanna Bgc Novels & Stories

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.

Out of curiosity, Hanna raised her head to see what Winter was doing at the moment. Upon looking up, their gazes met. The girl's hazel-brown bead instantly collided with Winter's sky-blue bead. Hanna's heart beat even faster when Winter looked at her lovingly. Truly, Hanna held her breath at the sight of this being who had embraced her. "You feel cold, Hanna?" Hanna shook her head noisily at the question Winter threw at her. The girl preferred to sink her head into Winter's chest so that the young man wouldn't see the reddish blush that was clearly printed on her cheeks. Winter chuckled softly at Hanna's cute, embarrassed behavior.

“And find something useful to do with yourself.” Hanna slowly stood up, her eyes gleaming with a different kind of fire now. She began pulling off her clothes right there in the middle of my study, the fabric sliding down her body until she stood completely naked. Her breasts were full and perky, nipples already hardening in the cool air, her waist slim, hips curving invitingly, and between her thighs, her shaved pussy on full display. She had a nice body—tight, toned from hours at the gym and expensive treatments. Any other man would have been rock hard instantly.

As we entered the office, Hannah’s assistant barely spared us a glance before motioning us toward the sleek glass doors of her office. “Right on time,” Hannah said as we stepped inside. She was seated behind a large desk, exuding power in a deceptively calm yet sharp way. “Hannah,” Nolan greeted, his voice smooth and controlled. “This is my wife, Anastasia.” Hannah’s piercing blue eyes flicked to me, scanning, assessing. “The woman of the hour,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” “All good things, I hope,” I said smoothly, taking the seat across from her without waiting for an invitation.

Turns out that the bubbly voice belonged to Hannah and I could not stop myself from smiling at her. In a lot of ways her vibrant personality reminded me of Scarlet, but her kindness reminded me of Luna Alma. Luna Alma is Alpha Jerome’s wife. Hannah is very pretty, she has long wavy blonde hair. She isn’t particularly tall, but she is well proportioned. She has a very cute round face, and a little button nose.

“That’s the one we’re setting out first. It needs to be pretty.” I glance down at the berries tucked beneath the crust. “No pressure or anything.” She grins. “No pressure. Just the entire pack judging your baking skills on your twenty-first birthday.” I laugh then catch myself. “It’s still strange,” I say softly. “Being excited. I didn’t think I’d feel like this.” “Like what?” “Safe. Celebrated.” I glance at her. “Happy.” Hanna’s eyes soften. “You deserve all three.” We leave the cobblers to cool and head to the bedroom where our dresses hang from the wardrobe, the delicate fabric catching the light like water. Mine is a deep midnight blue, simple in shape but edged in silver embroidery, wit

However, she fell in love and married Hank Gryffon, who was the owner and an instructor of a training facility named 'Rudra Arsenal' on Zerg. She soon gave birth to two children, Creed and Hannah. They were a fortunate family, but that did not last long. After the sudden death of her husband, Anna had to take over his job in the training facility. She did it because the income was both stable and safe as compared to being a soldier. After some years of the grief of losing Hank, when Creed was 13-years-old and was about to complete high school. They found out that 10-years-old Hannah has developed symptoms of a rare genetic illness known as ‘Prion Disorder’.

I groaned because this wasn’t going to end well. And I was right. Hanna had grabbed that finger of his and bent it back, making him howl in pain. “I am Hana Kinsley, the Princess of the Bloodmoon Pack. Not pipsqueak and not any other stupid name you might try to think up. I don’t care what you are to her. She is my father’s mate, my pack’s Luna, and my stepmother. Your claims to her are insignificant,” Hana spoke menacingly.