Hannah Bishop Novels & Stories

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.

"Hannah, this is my business. Please don't ask and please don't get involved. I appreciate everything you've done for me but this is enough." "No." Hannah's sharp eyes seemed to look through Jenna's lies. She hesitated before her eyes burned with flames. "Jenna, stop lying to me. It's impossible for the child to be someone else s. Only that b*stard, Hansen could get you pregnant. You're my best friend, I can't watch you being bullied by him like this. Your father is gone and your mother is ill. If not me, no one will care about you anymore. I can t watch you suffer. Hansen Richards, he's not even human. I m going to smash him into pieces. Even if he dies, I will be sure to stab him in the

“Ever look at someone and just know, deep in your soul, that they were an ugly baby? That’s Dave Byron.” We’re clustered around the huge island in their enormous kitchen. Hannah’s copper curls glint gold under the sophisticated pendant lights hanging at asymmetrical lengths above us. Five years and a baby later, she still looks like a teenager, with her dewy pale skin and freckles. Her wardrobe is more sophisticated now—she used to show up for the first period in her pajamas.

She fake gasps, “oh no! What will your future mate think of you?” This bitch is evil now, but she never used to be - we were friends once. That was until Bridget started a rumour that Hannah was bisexual and had tried it on with her, purely out of jealousy I'm sure. It’s not true, not that it would matter at all if it were, but people believed Bridget and bullied Hannah relentlessly for it for a while. Hannah doesn’t need something like that happening again, especially when she’ll be turning twenty soon and will be able to find her mate.

"I'll slit her throat." Bishop stopped and backed away. He looked towards the window, his expression one of anger and impatience. Henry's lycans could be heading to silver dawn at that moment. He couldn't let them capture him. "I'm sure this woman means something to you, since you didn't tell me to go ahead and slit her throat." "Just tell me who the fuck you are." Bishop snarled. He didn't give a fuck about Victoria, but he needed her. She would be useful to him.

Her red hair was tucked under her veil, but a few curls had escaped and hung loose. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” Hannah whispered. Her voice was low and breathy, like she was already turned on. “It’s been… three days since my last confession.” Julian shifted in his seat. His cock twitched under the heavy fabric of his cassock. He knew this wasn’t going to be a normal confession, not with Hannah. She was twenty-eight, with a body that made the other nuns gossip, big, soft tits that pushed against her habit, wide hips, and an ass that swayed when she walked. She was the bold one, the one who smiled at him a little too long during prayers.

' I just laughed at their banter about their daughters, though it made me crave that future. Aura and I have kept contact with Blaine and Lainee through our shared link and I even opened one with Cleo. Once I'd remembered I was able to do it with Jacob, Ryan, and even Cristian, I opened a link with her. She said it had to be some crazy warrior thing, leading me to become more curious with what comes with being a Black Moon member. I haven't confronted Tate yet about my curiosity, only Blaine and Lainee. They told me to ask Tate's mother, who was apparently a keeper for the council and kept all their documents and books. She knew all the history.

It took her a moment to regain her composure and repeat, "Hannah?" "Yes." Henry tapped his fingers on the desk. "Hannah is planning to build up her career in the country, so she needs this brand endorsement to make a strong start." Gabriella took a deep breath. She was overwhelmed by the intense heartache she felt.