Hannah Bishop Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

“My father demanded that she remain as my secretary. And you know what that means to me.” Thiago took a deep breath before answering. “Yes. I know what you’re thinking.” The silence that followed was heavy. “She has nothing to do with that,” Thiago finally said. “And she never did.” “Are you sure?” Nathan shot back coldly. “Absolutely,” Thiago replied without hesitation. “Hanna joined the company as an intern after the scandal. Precisely to avoid any association.” Nathan frowned. “Then why does my father trust her so much?”

Hannah. One of her former bullies. Hannah’s long, golden-brown hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, and her expensive outfit—designer, no doubt—clung to her perfectly sculpted frame. She carried herself with the same confidence she had always flaunted in the past, her lips painted a striking red. But when her gaze landed on River, her perfectly composed expression cracked. Shock widened her eyes, her mouth parting slightly. Alpha Leister barely noticed. With a proud smile, he gestured toward her. “Ah, my daughter, Hannah. Come, meet Alpha Ryker and his…” He hesitated just briefly before finishing, “…his girlfriend, River.”