Hannah Bishop Novels & Stories

She leaned in to take a glance,her jaw dropped and her expression turned livid. "Who the hell sent this?!". "Believe me, you really don't want to know." - I rolled my eyes at her expression. "Why did you suddenly come over and that too...... without as much as a call?". Rachel returned back to her original position, her daintly manicured fingers patting her white top as she regained her former demeanor. "As agreed, Anne sent over the personal assistant. Her name is Bennett and she's currently an intern at the agency."- she paused.

If he hurts my sister he'll for sure get hurt. I entered, only to find the one that I'd avoided sitting with him. It's been a year and they are still together, that clear the fact that they both are serious about their relationship. I want to leave. I don't want Rachel to be with me, my presence might ruin the happiness of her date. But I don't think my sister should be coming any minute now, and it's an important day for her. So, I stood around the corner not to make a mark, and I guess I'm blessed to be wearing a hoodie even in this fancy place. I hide my face as much as I can with a hoodie, watching Rachel. She has changed since the last time I saw her, she has grown more beautiful, and w

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.

“I mean, who else could it be? It’s a little too much of a coincidence that someone from the Croix River Blues shows up after all this time, then boom! Up goes Jonah’s boathouse.” “Which would make that coincidence seem a bit overly obvious, wouldn’t you say?” Hannah replied, trying to keep her calm. Actually, it was good listening to Kerry play devil’s advocate—her favorite role—because it was a useful preview of what she’d likely hear later today. “So who else are they looking at?” This time it was Fiona asking. “No one just yet,” Hannah grudgingly admitted. She planned to change that, however. Just as soon as she covered up the Night of the Living Dead face that was staring back at her in

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

Bishop downed his glass before he says to me, “Quinn is back at the cabin getting ready for your date tonight. As for what I was thinking, I am glad I took her with me because I believe I uncovered her true identity.” Moving to the bar myself, I ask him, “What the hell are you talking about? What did you find out?” Bishop grabs the bottle and pours himself another glass as Tonya now leans onto the bar waiting for an answer from him too. “Turns out that Quinn is my dead aunt’s daughter.” “Wait. What? She’s your cousin?” Tonya asks him and I can see a change in her mood instantly as she stands up and grabs the bottle herself. Bishop looks across the bar at Tonya, before he says, “Yeppers, but

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?"