Hanna Marin Novels & Stories

Hansen was stunned! He was planning to bring her for a vacation in the next few days. He wanted to buy her some jewelry and enjoy some activities that women would enjoy. Unexpectedly, not only did she not appreciate it, but she also wanted to move out. He felt angry and immediately said coldly, "Do you plan to move in with Rayan? It's a pity that his fiancee came to you. You should be careful. It's not easy to break up their marriage. Let me tell you, it's not easy to be a mistress. You might not even become his second wife. Rayan's fiancee is Hilda Smith, the daughter of Jonas Smith, the most powerful gang boss in the world. I'm afraid that she won't accept you so easily."

She's wearing a black top, navy blue pants, and a pair of black high-heeled shoes. “I'm sorry. Where are my manners? My name is Hanna. Hanna De Veyra. ” then she extended her arms. “I’m sorry if I disturb you. I just want to make sure that I heard my friend right. That you, Cassandra Regaña, will be working here starting today. And alas! It's true. I thought they were just teasing me. I'm so happy to see you here. ” I became speechless for a moment and at the same time, felt guilty because of what I thought of her.

Her delusional mind was shattered into pieces and her heart trembled with fear at the possibility that something terrible might happen and foil her plans. So, that day…… the conversation between Mark and Jay… was not a dream. It is true that Maya is alive and mated to the legendary alpha Ashton! She is also a luna, and of a powerful pack! "Jesus! What did I do?" Lily almost shoved her head into the wall.

He stormed down to where we were and pulled me away from Noah by my hair. “Get your hands off of my wife,” He yelled at Liam who looked utterly amused at his accusation of me being Noah’s wife. “Excuse me,” Liam replied. “Aria you never told me you were married,” Liam looked at me directly into my eyes as if he were telling me to play along. “I’m not nor have I ever been married,” I declared. Noah stood there fuming. “That’s bullshit Hanna you're my wife now it’s time to come home,” He grabs me by my arm so tight I screamed in pain. Liam jumps between me and Noah removing his hand from my arm.

I kept that thought in the back of my mind as I was introduced to the others. Next was a shorter, dark-haired woman who looked Hispanic. She had a curvaceous body sheathed in a short sparkly tunic dress that was the exact same color as her skin tone so she looked almost nude—but with sparkles. "And this is Mara. Mara was Johan's attorney." I tried not to look surprised, but I'm sure I failed when Mara gave me a wry smile. "Johan didn't just choose us for our looks," Mara said with a slight accent.

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."

Someone cuts through the crowd… “Shit,” I hiss under my breath but not silent enough, apparently, because I feel Soren boring holes into the side of my face with his gaze. Marianna ascends onto the platform gripping her violin. Her shoulder length dark hair is pinned away from her face in a neat half up, half down style that shows off the curve of her glorious cheekbones and stunningly bright blue eyes. Her body is draped in a black gown that hugs curves I don’t remember. Her fullness is… I’d felt it in the pool, of course, four days ago. Held her for a single moment and felt her heat, her skin.

She picked up her pen and wrote a note to Fenn. Then she wrote one to Bora: One of yours came to see me today. Her name is Sanna. She is exceptional. You should know that. Bora's reply came the following morning: I know. She has been exceptional since she was fourteen. I am glad she found her way to you. Mara read this at the kitchen counter with her coffee. She thought: this is also what it looks like when the work is working. She went to the morning session.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Her name was Marina. Marina was a happy, joyful siren, with a great love for singing. In her free time, she loved to go and play with the animals of the ocean, and she was always willing to help those creatures who were in trouble. In all these aspects she was like any other siren in the ocean, but her charms came with an important detail that made her different to others: she was naïve and innocent, so she was unaware of the risks that existed beyond the surface of the ocean. Risks that only a reduced amount of sirens have lived in their flesh and have barely made it to escape from them.