Hanna Corner 소설 & 이야기

He simply continued looking in the same direction, his eyes following someone who was approaching. — I think I’m finally going to have a little fun. Instinctively, Nathan turned to see what had caught his attention. And then he saw her. Hanna was walking toward the room with elegant, confident steps. The long black dress with a side slit followed the natural movement of her body, revealing just enough with each step. Her satin sandals with small rhinestones caught the light discreetly. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her light makeup simply enhanced what was already naturally beautiful.

His eyes went up to her face as she stood upstraight flusteredly. "Uh... I'm sorry for disrupting during your work hours," she cleared her throat and glanced over at Will while fiddling around with her hands. "My name's Hanna, from the agency in charge of models for "MEN". "What brings our modelling agents all the way up here?" Tasha asked with surprise in her tone. Will wondered the same thing, they could've just put a call across to them. He saw Hanna's eyes come back to him again and he slowly averted his gaze.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

The Red Room is my only salvation to save me from becoming a berserk Alpha. I sit on my new chair, close my eyes, and feel the comfortable leather. This is good. Suddenly I smell vanilla and dew grass scent getting closer and stronger. I know who is about to come in, so I swiftly grab any file from my desk and pretend to read it. I see it's a cosmopolitan magazine, the cover page has a photograph of Madonna kissing some model, who is one-third of her age. I sense Ethan inside my cabin but one thing that catches not only mine, but also my wolf’s attention is,

I heard Hana laughing. When she finally calmed down, “Maybe you should find someone else to spread your legs for because guess what, I saw your man at the club getting dirty with someone else,” Hana said. Smack! Before I knew it, my wife slapped Hana across the face. “How dare you speak to me like that. Do you even know what that childhood friend of yours does for a living,” my wife asked Hana. “Orion owns his own business. He doesn’t do anything. He’s just really hot and good with his hands,” Hana said with a smirk. “Not that one,” my wife rolled her eyes. “Crown,” Hana questioned. “Yes, Do you know what he does,” my wife asked. “Security. Or something like that,” Hana said.

“I’m feeling better, thank you,” “Hanna we came by to let you know that we did find a body and your phone in the pond. Unfortunately, when we got the DNA test back we found out that it wasn’t your husband's body,” “What do you mean it wasn’t his body? I saw him shoot Noah then I heard him, throw him into the pond,” “I know you did Hanna we believe you,”

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Pulling his father away, he walked closer to Hanna. “She’s Hanna Jones, one of the twin Lunas of the Autumn Pack and Logan’s Luna.” Jacob lifted her face by placing his index finger on her chin. “We can use her.”

The question caused Onora to choke, Madden didn't look bothered, he continued eating his meal. “No, she doesn't, but now she does.” Onora stared at this man, he looked unfazed, didn't bother to defend himself that it was an accident. Onora drank a cup of water. “So, what is your name?” Hanna asked. Her tone wasn't friendly, more like arrogant. “Onora,” she muttered. “Oh, such a name for you, fits perfectly,” Hanna replied.