Hanna Marin Novels & Stories

" Martha crowed angrily, her eyes bulging out with a glint of uneasiness. She had a look of great bitterness that swept across her face — she couldn't believe it; her eyes were narrowed as she clenched her teeth together. She was embraced by indignation and yet, all this seemed to make Hanna happier than she was, for she wore a bright smile that spread across her face. "Creativity Martha! It is called creativity! I didn't die, now did I? Jiyeon must've taken it really deep, now she will stay a bit back!" Hanna laughed mysteriously as soon as she halted just a few seconds away from an angry Martha. She placed her hand on Martha's shoulder, smiling tenderly whilst looking into her eyes. "I did

“I’d estimate that you’re two, maybe three months along.” “Two and a half.” The woman nodded at the confirmation, bringing her mortar and pestle with her to sit at Faline’s side. The Knight’s hands fell to the light blanket covering her lap. “My name’s Hanna, by the way”, the woman stated as she returned to grinding the herbs. Her grey eyes flickered at the Knight expectantly. “I’m... Faline.” Hanna focused on her work as she spoke again. “Lady Faline, I have to wonder why you were traveling in the heat of summer as you are.”

Hanna won’t even look at me when I place food on her plate. She ate while I watched her, sipping my coffee. “Stop staring at me.” “Then, talk to me so I won’t stare at your face.” I bargained. Hanna sighed. She put her cutlery down and asked. “What do you want to talk about?” “Us?” Her nose twitched in distaste. “There is no us.” She looked around, and when she noticed that the maids left us, she hissed. “Rowan, will you stop harassing me? You are repressing me, and I hate it!”

They weren't married yet. “Y-yes.” “You are very beautiful. I always waited for you to come out for dinner, but you were never there.” “Meazus wanted to have dinner with me in his room. He is a big baby,” said Deanna, trying to joke with Hanni. “I also don't know Zoan's wife. If I'm not mistaken, her name is Lyana. Did she not come to dinner either?” "I didn't see her either. I think the three of us are very shy women.“ Hanni chuckled and briefly explained that she was a twenty-two-year-old woman. ”I'm also pregnant."

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.

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.

Hannah is a stunning woman. Rogan was insane for not telling me in detail how fucking perfect she is. She's probably the tallest woman I’ve met, slender, blonde, and gorgeous. She's thirty-two and her voice is low and raspy, sensual. She's not only smart, like Rogan said, she's sophisticated and intelligent. And this is my first date in... ever, so I'm a little rusty. Also, my experience talking to women is not the best since all of them end up fucking hating my guts.

I had learned from the best, after all. "Point of correction," I said, my voice cold and steady, "my name is not Anna Scott. It's Aria Marino, daughter of Rocco Marino and Emily de Conte Marino. Does that ring a bell?" I watched as the blood drained from her face, her eyes widening with shock. For a moment, she looked like she’d seen a ghost. Her carefully composed expression faltered, and in that split second, I could see the cracks in her facade.

stern and cold. Besides him stood a lady in her mid forties, wearing an emerald sequenced dress. She had a huge warm smile on her face - I bowed my head deeply, acknowledging her presence. "I was tangled up in something - but I'm here now." - I answered,my voice not betraying a single emotion. "You must be his wife - it's a pleasure meeting you. You look so lovely tonight" - I smiled slightly, casually flattering the lady. "Yes, thank you. I'm Mariam and I'm flattered to meet your acquaintance" - she giggled like a shy girl in her mid twenties.

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.