Hanna Corner Novels & Stories

She stroked my hair, her touch the only thing keeping me anchored. "He’s not finished, Hanna. He’s never finished. My future... it’s gone. He’s going to use me until I’m nothing more than a corpse in that pit." "I won't let him. I don't care about his rank or his syndicate, I will keep you hidden." We huddled in the dark for hours. When the initial wave of hysteria subsided, Hanna moved to the small washroom tucked in the corner. "I’ll run a bath. The heat will pull the chill from your bones."

It feels like I'm in a witch trial right now. Let's do an attendance check. First row, leftmost seat, there's Dad who is holding a whiskey glass and savoring it. My Kuya Leo that looks grumpy as always, Mr. Inoue who is one of the board of directors, lastly, we have the trashiest among all rubbish, Hana. You might be wondering who is this Hanna a.k.a Hanna the Thot. Lemme answer that for you. Hana is a new employee who entered the company 3 months ago.

“I did try. I tried. But if I had left the office, we might have lost that deal. And honestly, I thought I would make it, but the meeting took longer.” Dad just rolled his eyes as if I was saying bullshit. “Where is Hannah?” I looked around and she was making her way to the table. “You know I would not miss your launch without a reason.” But Hannah’s attention was not on that. She had better things to say. “GUYS, meet the famous Liana Bennet of clover designs.” She dropped and we all turned to look at the lady beside her. There she was. Standing just a few inches away from me, was the Clumsy blonde girl from the hotel.

"Scarlett." ******

I don't believe I will fail. Dad is fortunate in that he has a vast team of excellent detectives. "So this is his sister..." I inquire. In a game, Hanna Stewart is a cool name to use... All of this rage and exhilaration makes me feel like hell on the inside. She has long brown wavy hair that runs from her almond-shaped face to her wonderful emerald eyes, down to her flawless not-so-pointed nose, and finally to her red lips. It's as soft as a marshmallow, I'm sure.

Irene quickly left the room in a hurry, leaving Hanna astonished that she didn't want to know about Conall's secret. Hanna looked at her phone screen and licked her lower lip, she leisurely relaxed against the chair and smirked evilly. 'I initially planned to meet him one last time since I needed his help to save my company but I never thought that I would know that someone like Conall Hudson could have a weakness. Now, all I need to do is... Use his secret against him. I can't wait to see his fall, Conall Hudson will come begging me for a chance hahaha!'

I say. Hanna has been my best friend since we were 8. Our parents used to joke that we were so joint at the hip, they were sure that not even our mates could separate us. Even though we are besties, we are very different. Hanna is a few inches shorter than my 5.8 feet. She had brown curly hair, olive tan skin and the most beautiful hazel eyes you have seen. Hanna is also what you would call a genius with a degree in mechanical engineering and some intense hacking skills, Hanna is the type of girl that would fix up your 1968 Ford Mustang and then transfer it to her name. Not a joke, she did that once. In Hanna’s defence, he didn’t want to pay her for fixing the car up. She is currently trying

Notably absent was Aaron of Red Lakes. Hanna and Rowan were ushered out of a side door, both of them looking slightly sheepish and uncomfortable. Hanna was wearing a silky, cream colored dress with a rabbit fur coat, her hair pulled away from her face in a long braid. She looked beautiful.

Hanna's POV My name is Hanna, I'm twenty years old, I'm a professional singer and a salesperson in my spare time. This is how I define myself on my social media. That's because since I was little I dreamed of becoming a rock singer. I was born in the United States, but I was conceived in the United Arab Emirates. My father, Samir, fell in love with an American tourist and so I was born. To live out his love, my father abandoned everything and came to the United States with my mother. Here I grew up being very loved and when I was two years old, I gained a brother. Our family lived very happily until my mother died. She was murdered when I was fifteen. It was the hardest time of my life, and

I batted my eyelashes and tried to blush. "That's good, I'm so…" "Oh my gosh, Hannah. Is that you?" I swerved and made eye contact with an older woman, around Hannah's age strutting towards us. She was dressed in highly fashionable clothes and heavy jewelry. She had a lot of makeup done and even looked like she must have done some cosmetic surgery. "Shit!" Hannah muttered and paste a wide smile on her face. "Corinna, how are you?" "I'm fine, how's Angelo? I haven't heard from him in a while. Remember when he couldn't stay a day without calling me." Corinna said in an airy voice. Hannah's body tensed. Who the hell was this woman?