Hanna Marin Novels & Stories

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

" What party? Hanna asked, putting out her cigarette on the nightstand on her side of the bed, so she bent over Clara and leaned over her to put it out. Her perfect, firm breasts, which looked quite natural, brushed against Clara's arm. Hanna stood up and her body was the envy of the world, how the hell did she maintain this perfection? She must have been a couple of feet taller than Clara, her curves were divine, her waist thin, her shoulders and legs broad, and she walked as if she were on the catwalk. " I heard you were coming to a party. " said Clara, confused. " It's always a party here, Clara," warned Jânio. " I thought you knew."

I tell him to ignore the sling and it'll be gone in no time. Hanna waits patiently, a smile gracing her heavily freckled face. Her dirty blonde hair is tied up and under a net but she's still a picture of beauty. Always has been and she has the personality to match. "Hanna," I take her hand, pulling her towards Lycer who stands awkwardly by the door. "This is my best friend Lycer. Lycer, this is Hanna. Food extraordinaire and future restaurant owner." "Nice to meet you," Hanna says quieter than I've ever heard her speak before. She wipes her hands on a towel and holds one out. Lycer places his hand in hers, returning the greeting as a pink sweeps over her cheeks.

That evening they discussed what tactics Hannah could use to determine what are and are not appropriate things to say to people in every situation possible. Julie’s sister Mara was young when she discovered she was pregnant with Hannah. She was only 18, barely out of high school, when she crossed paths with Hannah’s father. “I don’t know Julie!”, Mara had confided in her, “He was so cute with these freckles and red hair, you know I always had a thing for gingers, and he had this arsenal of all the right things to say.” Julie sat on her couch listening to her baby sister spill the whole story.

HANA Bash pinned me with the same cold stare he gave me the last time we met. Even in that coldness, I found comfort in his green eyes, green like the ocean, like a forest, like home, like the universe, my universe. "Mr. Merrick. Good morning." I gave him my best professional smile. Dhalia smiled, tucking the strands of her blond hair behind her ears. "She is Hana Levine. I think you should be acquainted with each other since she will be replacing me starting next month."

She asked Anna if they could take a tour of London, admiring the city at night. Hannie Martinez had consumed a significant amount of alcohol earlier in the day due to her heavy mood. Upon returning home, she was unexpectedly informed by her parents that she had to get married. She had no knowledge of who the prospective groom was, what he did, or even his name. Despite her lack of information, her parents insisted that he was undoubtedly a good person and the most deserving partner for her. In the 21st century, Hannie desired control over her own life. Observing her sigh, Anna inquired: "What's troubling you? What's the issue?"

Together, they stared ahead, watching the kids. “I'm Nella, by the way, Nella Burton. Nice to meet you.” “Yeah, same," Maren replied, unsure of what to say next. "You know, I'm a really big fan of yours,” Nella began, keeping her gaze ahead. Maren raised a brow. “Really? I don't think I've done anything worthy of having a fanbase” Nella chuckled dryly, "I just really admire your strength you know” she said and paused "You know, handling break up with your fiancé, being a single mom and then finding your way out of all of it and then being the wife of your fiance's rival”

“The man tried to blackmail the family with your nudes, I had to take care of him.” The man scoffed loudly. “Allen is so nice enough to make sure the world doesn't see his wife's true nature.” Allen gestured to the guards. They grabbed the man inside. It was the man that saved me. “Tell everyone what you told me, how you are involved with Maria,” Allen commanded. “Miya is my mistress, we have been in a relationship for some years now, we met in Paris,” the man explained. “What?” I shouted, my jaws dropped open in shock.

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

It was a bit sad that she could only bring two slices of sandwich with thin slices of smoked meat just to stave off her hunger. Damn Ethan. She cursed again. Emma looked at her with pity. “You’re done eating? That’s all?” Hannah rubbed her stomach. “Yeah, I get full easily.” She was lying of course. At that moment her phone vibrated. A new message came in. Maria. Seeing the sender’s name, she got a bad feeling. ‘Come to Hibana Reserve. Now.’ Huh? Wasn’t that the fancy steakhouse near the office? Hannah often walked past it on her way to the bus stop. Why did she have to go there? It wasn’t like she had money to eat at a place like that.