Hannah Baker Novels & Stories

“Listen, sweetheart. I know we have talked about having pups and what our future holds, but I was hoping that we could take Hannah into our home and raise her as our own.” Leah stared at the gorgeous little girl lying next to her thoughtfully. She hadn’t really thought about having children, but she was not opposed to it. In fact, she actually loved being around them when she got the opportunity to. Seeing all the pups at their mating ceremony had brought joy to her hear, and for a moment she had thought about what it would be like to have one of her own.

Celine was on her way out when a lady bumps into her. Celine brows squints as the lady pushed her way toward Erickson “Baby!” Hannah squeaked as she embraces Erickson. Erickson pushed her, disengaging from the hug, he crinkled his lips in disgust glimpsing his fiancee almost naked. Hannah was on a crop top and a skirt above her knee line, she was aware that Erickson disliked her dress mode but she can't afford to lose her fans and followers just to satisfy her lover neither did she wish to lose Erickson. As a celebrity, she decided to juggle her lover alongside her acting career.

My mood had been ruined by a beautiful woman who lived next to a bakery. "Yeah. I think it's good. Hannah Campbell is one of those women to control when you think she has lost it all. She did it after the death of her husband and is still going strong. She can practically do anything she wishes and succeed. She is that strong, she's as tough as nails, you know." He smiled, then nodded. "I thought of that. We are headed to The Eleven first, right?" Clark asked, his hand on the wheel as he gunned the engine of the car.

“Yes?” There was silence on the other end. I frowned slightly. “Um… if you’re not going to say anything, I’m hanging up.” I was just about to end the call when a small, soft voice finally came through, trembling slightly. “G-Grace… it’s me.” My confusion deepened. “Who…?” “It’s me,” the girl said again, her voice weak. “Hannah. I’ve been eating like you said… but you promised you’d come back. When are you going to come back? I—I want to see the bunny man again.”

The young prodigy. Now I am a 28-year-old woman, pretending to be younger than what I truly am, and he is the person I want to be the furthest away from. He takes my son from Hannah and the baby bag goes next. I smile at the wrongness of the picture. The badass biker with a kid. “I didn't know you were a Stone,” Hannah says as she rubs her protruding belly. “I'm a Bray,” I tell her. “Kid is safer with a different surname,” Killer interjects.

Liam decided to ask about Hannah's past life and parents, he asked, "can I know more about your past and precisely your parents?" Hannah sighed. "My father led a small pack, but his territory bordered a much larger and more powerful pack. The leader of the larger pack was a ruthless and cruel man, who constantly threatened my father and his pack. One day, the other pack attacked, and my father fought while trying to protect me. But it didn't go well as he was heavily wounded. Just then another pack arrived, led by a strong and brave man named Lawrence Casey. He and his pack drove off the attacking pack and saved my father and my remaining pack members. But my father didn't make it. He asked

"Xander, ~Now that you know the truth… As your savior, I could only wish one thing… … Please, let me go!~ -Hannah"

I look down at the piece of cake on my plate and stuff a big chunk in my mouth, devouring it mercilessly. "You like it?" Hannah asks. "I love it!" I stuff more cake in my mouth. "You made it?" "Yes." She grins. "I'm actually a professional baker. I only work for Damien on weekends. Every time I'm here, I bring him cake. He loves chocolate cake." "So he has the heart to love something." I scoff. "Shocker." Hannah stares at me for a moment. A serious stare. She then takes a seat across from me and smiles.

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Then, a message came from that same number: "I know you are mute, you poor girl. Meet me at the park. - Hannah Blake" There was only one person I knew with this name: Asher's mother, the former Luna. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I read the message. What did Hannah Blake want with me? And how did she know I was mute? I tried to push aside the feeling of unease that was growing inside me. Maybe Hannah just wanted to talk to me about Asher, or maybe she wanted to apologize for her son's behavior.