Novel & Cerita Hannah Kaylee

Kayleigh is bleeding. The baby… our pup…

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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

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

He dismisses her. "Rex, I am Kayla Angelo, the daughter of Hannah and Marcelo Angelo." Rex rolled down his window to look at her. Kayla turns her head to look at him expecting some kind of warm greeting but Rex had a bored look. "Look here young miss, I have heard enough of this relative crap in years, and if you know what’s good for you, you will get into your fancy car and get the hell out of my sight because if I lose it out here no one’s going to like the end." Rex warns.

Secretly, Caitlyn prayed and hoped for an opportunity to show off as his partner to suffice again. She missed being close to him. She missed the body contact, his eyes, and his succulent lips. "Mr. King just arrived," Hannah's voice jolted her out of her thoughts. She nodded with a warm smile as a response. She had instructed the lady to inform her of Martin's arrival as soon as he does. She stood up, her smile never leaving her face, and adjusted her shirt, even though it needed none. She tucked it into her trousers neatly and sat down, then opened her bag and brought out her makeup kits, did a little touch-up on her face, and gave a contented smile at her reflection in the small hand mirro

The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly. And for some goddamn reason, Kane liked hearing her talk. Which was new. He pulled off his hoodie, leaving him in his fitted white t-shirt. He heard her inhale sharply, her green eyes flickering to his exposed arms, where ink covered his skin. The dim lighting in the car made her red hair shine. He smirked as he started the car. "So, uhmm..." she cleared her throat, shifting in her seat. "How old are you?" Kane kept his eyes on the road. "Twenty-nine. You?"

The sickening lurch of pain reminds me that it never goes away, even when I stop noticing it as much. “All done and tidy. My mom won’t moan about me putting them in the wrong place.” I catch the slight movement of surprise out of the corner of my eye and the way Hannah slides back to hide behind Dane at seeing me appear. Dane’s head had jerked my way before he quickly averted it, and I caught the subtle gasp from one of them. “Um…Hi, Kayla. You look pretty.” Hannah whimpers like some terrified child who has just come face to face with the grumpy old witch of the village. Fake compliments to try and befriend them in hopes she won’t boil them for dinner.

“Basically. That’s your bed.” I crossed to the one she was pointing at and sat down, noticing my single suitcase on the floor at the end of the bed. It was dingy and old here like the place hadn’t been updated since the 1900s. “Okay.” I crossed my legs beneath me on the bed. “Tell me about that asshole in the hallway. What’s up with him?” “Well…” Kasey trailed off for a moment as if trying to find the right words. “Keane runs around with two other guys, Beau and Teague. They’re best friends, as close as brothers.”

“Is Hannah here too?” Hannah was a girl who freelanced with them. She handled all the keyboard arrangements. “She’s inside going over the songs. Barely slept last night—too excited,” Jay said. “And who’s this little one with you?” “My sweet little sister.” I gently stroked Caroline’s head, encouraging her to step forward and introduce herself.