Hannah Bishop Novels & Stories

The bowl, crafted from a polished silver metal, seemed to glow with an ethereal light, as if it were imbued with a power of its own. Hannah's eyes gleamed with a deep understanding as she approached the table, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. The silence was palpable, punctuated only by the soft crackling of the candles. Her expression turned grave, her sharp eyes clouded with a mix of shock and concern. She paused, collecting her thoughts as she processed Sheila's revelation. “Kimberly Silversmith,” She repeated the ever familiar name in her mind as she lowered her head. And “what a small world,” she thought inwardly, letting out a small smile. If she was who she thought she

Killian says as he hugs the woman. She's a little short, petite to be precise, with platinum blonde hair, and nice curves. She should be in her late thirties. They pull apart and Hannah turns to look at me with a wide smile on her face. I plaster on my fake smile as I stare at her. " Hi. You must be…" " Naomi." I introduce myself as I stretch my hand out for a handshake, but Hannah surprises me with a hug. We pull apart later. " I'm Hannah. Killian's attorney. You're beautiful."

beautiful and warm for the flowers, how I had felt with Bryson. I heard a crackle and the front door creak moaning slowly, my gaze darted towards it only to find Hannah standing her hand crossed above her breathing point almost to her chest, it was hard to guess as it was a large polo shirt and a biker short, one you would wear in hot summer "What are you doing here?" She managed between gritted teeth. I sat on the couch while she marched by the door side, her face frowning like a clown. Her smile dwindled and her hand folded by her waist with her trained legs hanging on the counter. As if she wants to pound her first right into my stomach and gut me out straight.

While doing the bookkeeping, she discovered that she had earned over five million more than last year. Hannah waved her hand and directly took out over five hundred thousand to distribute as prizes for the annual meeting. After the annual meeting, Hannah, under the persistent urging of Georgia's three or four phone calls a day, finally packed up and returned to the South town. This year was the most difficult year for Hannah. Last year, when she just turned thirty during the New Year, her relatives and elders urged her to solve her personal issues. She said it wasn't urgent because she had just turned thirty. Now, she is already thirty-one, and on top of that, she broke up with Joseph. Hanna

I think we may need to start at the beginning. Rebecca Martin, or Bex as we call her, my best friend and daughter to my fathers Beta Josh, and his mate Mary, and I have just finished our graduation party at the pack house and decided we wanted to go to the city, and not just any city, but Nashville Tennessee, home of country music and hot chicken.

One girl, then another, as if he was testing how far he could fall before someone bothered to stop him. Damian was nowhere near him this time. It seemed he had finally washed his hands of Noah’s case, focusing instead on his own life. George and Harry, his close friends, drifted off like smoke. Without that anchor, Noah spun deeper, freefalling with nothing to catch him. And then came Hannah Brooks. She wasn’t like the rest. She couldn’t be lured with a smirk or an expensive jacket. Hannah was the student president of Arizona State University, and even I couldn’t deny her name carried more weight than half the faculty combined. She was respected, untouchable—the kind of woman who made men th

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

Hannah nodded looking down at Christian's deformed body. "I'll call Brian after to take care of Christian's body." Hannah's phone rang admist their hug. "Ignore it if it's him." Jacob snarled. Hannah peeked a bit of her phone to see Kerry's ID. "It's Kerry." Hannah answered. "Still don't answer it, she might probably brag about getting fucked when we were busy trying to diffuse a fucking bomb." Hannah's chuckle lightens up the atmosphere. "True but anything silly might help the atmosphere right about now, I'll put her on speaker so you might have a laugh as well." Hannah sweaty palms slide the called to answer, she quickly tapped on the speaker and hold her phone up for her and Jacob to hear

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

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.