Hanna Marin Novels & Stories

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

And then. Haden let out a low murmur before pulling her in closer to him, "You," he said, "It's definitely you." She froze in his grasp, her eyes still wide, set firmly on Leo. "What's your name?" He asked but Lia didn't respond. "Lia Loren, age 17 from Triton," Leo said deeply, emotion practically undetectable in his tone but upon examining his face, I could see it deep and repressed. "The Alpha's sister..." Haden said, getting a proper look of her. "Nice to meet you, Lia. I'm Haden."

I looked at the Alpha and frowned. "So which name are we supposed to call you, Alpha?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Layton. Arachne is the only one who can call me Henry." I nodded with a frown when he said Arachne. The womans name was Emiko, unless she also went by Arachne. "So are you attending the festival, Gamma Channing?" "I am the Moon Oracle, and I hate that festival." I growled at him as I stepped back. "I must be going."

“Go inside, Mariel. I’ll join you in a minute.” Mariel hesitated, glancing at Hana with wide, questioning eyes, but after a moment, she nodded and scurried off, her small frame disappearing into the shadows of the garden path. The moment she was gone, the woman’s smile fell, leaving behind only cold, unyielding hatred. Hana, still reeling from the shock, found her voice. “Do…do I know you?” she asked cautiously, though something deep inside her already knew the answer. There was a familiarity in the woman’s eyes, a recognition she couldn’t place.

He ignored her and bypassed her swiftly. However, the maid with the tall stature didn't stop her even after noticing his arrival. Marina brought that maid along to the country back then. Her name was Sana Ashbluff. She had been working for Marina before the latter's mother passed away. Not only did she know martial arts, she was 5'7 and weighed 160 pounds. Thus, she appeared built among average women. Sana clearly heard Ethan. But she was aware that Olivia was the thorn in Marina's flesh.

“And find something useful to do with yourself.” Hanna slowly stood up, her eyes gleaming with a different kind of fire now. She began pulling off her clothes right there in the middle of my study, the fabric sliding down her body until she stood completely naked. Her breasts were full and perky, nipples already hardening in the cool air, her waist slim, hips curving invitingly, and between her thighs, her shaved pussy on full display. She had a nice body—tight, toned from hours at the gym and expensive treatments. Any other man would have been rock hard instantly.

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

“I want to see what Roxy’s up to. If she’s found a way to add fireworks and fire dancers to the wedding, I need to prepare myself.” Marek smirks, standing up beside me. “Better you than me, Alpha.” I chuckle, clapping him on the shoulder. “You should check on Hanna. Last I saw her, she was sweet-talking one of these flying horses with a handful of candied ginger.” Marek laughs, “Goddess help me, she’ll have one of them sleeping in our living room.” “And as Alpha, I wouldn’t dream of stopping her,” I call after him then turn toward home.

Maryna insulted the woman without pause, using terms I didn't even know. "Oh my God, this is going to last all night," Jayden sighed, tired, throwing his head back. "The woman doesn't even have thighs, no chest, has a weasel face. It had to be that wretch to ruin another relationship," Maryna continued, talking about Hanna, who was obviously not her favorite person. "I didn't think of anything. I could only think of Jane with Daon," Jayden confessed, irritated, his hands tightening around the steering wheel as he drove.