Hannah Bishop Novels & Stories

“Aaliyah Ibrahim. Improbably American, when I have never set foot on that continent. Worryingly dispatched to the Hermitage by Hannah Ynnah herself. The mystery goes deeper and deeper.” “I’m sorry you find this mysterious, though, if I’m honest, I do, too. It wasn’t my idea to hunt you down up here. Everyone grieves in their own time, after all.” “Hannah is a master manipulator. If she sent you here, she has a reason.” “That doesn’t mean that I know her reason.” “And yet, Aaliyah Ibrahim, I think you do.” He wanted to reach out and touch her. He refrained. Furiously. “Why don’t you tell me what Hannah thinks your presence here will achieve?”

Diana also woke up early and got her kids prepared for school and sooner, their school bus arrived and they left for school while Diana took a day off. Hannah was busy reminiscing on how she got trapped in and became a pawn in Jake's deadly game. Nine years ago, Diana introduced Hannah to her fiancee, Jake. Diana and Hannah were good friends, really close that though they were in different career fields, their friendship was mutual. Hannah was in the medical field, working as a gynecologist while Diana on the other hand was a business mogul with billions raining into her account per day.

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.

********************************** Backstage, after the program limped forward without me, I cornered Hannah. “You think you’ve won something,” I hissed. She tilted her head again, that same false gentleness. “Not won. Just revealed.” “You don’t understand what you’ve unleashed.” “Oh, I do,” she whispered, close enough that only I could hear. “You sabotaged my body. My child. The world deserves to know who you really are.” I wanted to strike her. Wanted to tear the calm from her face. But the hall was still full of staff, volunteers, people who would carry any gesture straight to the press.

I said after a beat, voice carefully neutral, “Jarek mentioned something at dinner that I wanted to ask you about.” She turned from the dresser, a pile of bras still cradled in her arms. “Yeah?” “You have a boyfriend… and a girlfriend?” Hannah grinned like she’d been waiting for this moment. “Yep. Charlie and Bryce.” I blinked. “Okay, wait—Charlie is the girl?” “Short for Charlotte,” she confirmed, tossing a lacy black bralette onto the bed. “She’s the firecracker. Bryce is the sweet one. The golden retriever.”

They're basically begging to be broken, especially by someone like me who was dying for a taste of real life. I'm Hannah Thompson, the preacher's daughter, twenty and fresh out of my first year at Bible college. My hair is always in a neat braid, dresses that screamed "modest" with no cleavage showing and outfits that stopped way below the knee. The other kids idolized me. The adults used me as the perfect example, whispering about how I would end up as a missionary or married to some boring youth pastor. And the boys? Oh, I was the centre of their fantasy. It was obvious from the way they looked at me, wondering what laid beneath my modest outfits.

[Hannah] Hannah Barker had gone to great lengths just to ask her boss for permission to take the day off. As expected, her stingy boss didn’t give it to her for free. Hannah had to accept a deduction from her pay so she could attend today’s all-important event: a job interview. For some reason, she had a good feeling. It seemed like this might become her first corporate job. She was determined to do whatever it took today to get accepted, so that her salary deduction and her new outfit would not go to waste.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

I asked. "Who is looking for me?" Hannah came down the stairs, Noah rushed to her and held her while she held the baby in her arm. "Hey girl, look how good you're glowing" I said hugging her. "Aww, Vicky" I smile as I held her in my arm. Hannah just gave birth two months ago, her name is Victoria. "Thanks" she said. "How are enjoying your prince charming Enzo? Hope he's spoiling you with money?" She asked. I rolled my eyes.