Hanna Corner Novels & Stories

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

, placing a kiss on my forehead. He then introduced me to the doctor, who led us down the hallway to a room. Opening the door, I walked in, and a very pretty but very sick-looking blonde-haired girl was lying in the bed. She smiled when she saw me enter the room. Sitting up, she held out her hand to me. "You must be Luna. I'm so happy to meet you." I shook her hand gently, returning her smile. "Nice to meet you, too." i stood there holding on to her hand studying her my heart was breaking as the realisation set in that i would be ending this lovely sweet girls life.

HANNAH The ball. I did the last touch to my lips by putting orange-nude lipstick on. And now I was ready. I wore a sleeveless, long black dress that fell nicely on my body. I paired it with high heels in the same color. As for makeup, I had pretty glam, as I still wanted to look natural. And what else? Oh, hair! I braided some and let the rest loose. “What are you wearing?” Eliot’s voice startled me and made me slightly jump into place. I snapped my head at him and threw him a glare. “Could you talk nicely?”

He handed me a video. The footage appeared to be recorded in a hidden basement or an isolated underground storage room. At the center of the room, tied to a steel chair bolted to the floor, sat Hanna. Her clothes were wrinkled, and a purple bruise marked the corner of her pale lips. Her usually neat hair hung in disarray. Yet when the camera zoomed in on her face, there was no fear in her eyes. Only cold fury. "My name is Hanna Harper." She swallowed hard. Looking directly into the camera lens, as though she knew that somewhere on the other side of the world I was watching every second of her suffering, she continued,