Hannah Baker Novels & Stories

HANNAH'S POV: She had chosen her piece within forty-eight hours of the letter arriving. It was an original monologue she had written herself, which I found out after she had already written the first draft and read it to me one evening sitting on the end of my bed, very upright, with the paper held in both hands. It was about a girl who discovers that her grandmother was a dancer before she was a wife or a mother or a grandmother, and who learns through finding an old photograph that the people who love us were once strangers to us, were once young and full of things we will never fully know.

But I couldn’t keep ignoring this. I pulled on a long, oversized hoodie and slipped out of my room quietly. The hallways of the Moonbane estate were quiet, a rare moment of peace in this usually tension-thick house. I didn’t stop to greet anyone or answer any questions. I walked straight to the healer’s wing. Hannah was there, quietly tending to herbs along the far shelf, her fingers moving with delicate precision. She was a few years older than me—soft-spoken, kind eyes, someone who always seemed to carry calm like it was stitched into her skin.

Hannah I shuddered as I looked at my phone: the forum post claiming to have proof of my divorce with Noah was up to 7,000 likes. Just 3,000 more, and the poster would supposedly post this so-called ‘proof’... Whatever it may be. “Hannah? Earth to Hannah?”

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.

Maybe I could hide the whole relationship with Jennifer for a while, maybe Jennifer won't mind, I know for a fact that Hannah doesn't know, if I didn't tell her then she wouldn't know; she doesn't read magazines and newspapers as she thinks keeping up with famous people is a waste of her time. I hope it won't be hard for her to get a job, before everything happened, she used to work at a bakery and her cakes? God, her cakes are to die for. Like everyone, Hannah had flaws and bad stuff I didn't like about her but she had so many virtues and she was so sweet and loving. She was the kindest person I knew, although sometimes she was a little oblivious to how some things she said or did hurt me,

Zoey nodded, "It was delicious." Dahlia Baker glanced at Zoey with disdain and said, "You can't do anything right! Even picking wedding favors, your sister has to do it for you! Look at Ariana, not only is she the top designer at Born Beauty Fashion Company, but she's also a triple threat in the entertainment industry as a film, television, and music star. You're useless! I really don't know why Mr. Maddox chose you as his fiancée." Dahlia snorted coldly, "What advantages could she have?"

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.

They were like the children of Zee's Bliss but a little bit classier. " That's a wrap, and we of course have to introduce the wonderful designers who designed all the apparels you all just saw" Brandon said as the applauds died down. " They're not Famous, they're all students who aspire for greater heights, please give a round of applause for Sandra Baker, the creator of the Collections, Neill Bunny and Sandy Cheeks" This was Sandra's break. She walked out gracefully from the back as the crowd rewarded her with a standing ovation. " Thank you all so much" She thanked as they applauded more. " Our next designer is a Nadia Sultan, from Malaysia, she designed the collection Faryah and Zee's Bli

I turned around and Channing was standing there with hurt in her eyes. "Yes. Her mate is Richard Brickenden." "You mean John R. E. Brickenden?" She asked, tilting her head with confusion. "What's the R and the E for?" Was his name really not Richard Brickenden? "Richard Earkenhait. We had a run in with him back when I was just a kid." So she didn't lie about her mate, but she never told us what her mate did. She was hiding something. "Do you know what she's the Founder of?"

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