Hannah Montana Oliver Novels & Stories

Tammy answered. "We ? I thought me and you were having lunch together." Claire says wearing a disappointed look. Hannah looks towards me and steps on her toes to whisper into my ears. "Is she the Claire Anderson that cheated on you with Sinclair ?" I nod as Hannah withdraws and looks at Claire with a warm smile on her face. "Good afternoon, I'm Hannah Montiquez." All our gaze fell on Hannah. "Zachary's wife. I've heard all about you." Hannah says bubbly.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

Oliver suggested, a glimmer in his eyes. "What does that have to do with it?" "Remember when I found those medical books? Hanna could have studied that field." Morgan thought for a moment. "Could it be? But she’s not in the city... wait..." He stopped, the realization hitting him. "It can't be Hanna, the woman you're talking about is pregnant!" Oliver smiled, a victorious grin. "Didn't you get it yet? Hanna is in the city, and she's expecting your child!"

Now it felt like all of that had happened in another lifetime. Ophelia didn’t care anymore. Whether Alexander loved Hannah, Wren, or the entire female population of New York, it didn’t concern her. He could go ahead and marry any of them for all she cared, as long as he stayed the hell out of her life. Hannah had just returned from her boarding school in California. She hadn’t been home for months. She wanted to surprise Ophelia on her birthday with her arrival. But when she arrived outside the hotel, she bumped into Sandra who told the news about the broken engagement.

Rachel quickly interjected, "Her name's Zendaya Harrison." Zendaya? Who on earth was Zendaya? Oliver smiled. "Do you have a boyfriend, Ms. Harrison?" As he spoke, he felt his heart pounding uncontrollably. Zayn was just about to speak, but Rachel interjected once again. "No, she doesn't." Zayn looked at her suspiciously. While she was right, he couldn't help but sense something was off. Rachel winked at him, signaling him to use his beauty to lure Oliver in.

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

What about Olivia? ***

Despite his complaints about Americans, Oliver's own mixed heritage was evident in his Western features-dark hair and eyes contrasting with his fair complexion. Noticing my absorption with the tablet, he leaned forward curiously. "Since when do you follow social media, Marcus? Found some internet celebrity? Sounds like a woman—is she pretty? Let me see." I immediately shut off the screen, tucking the tablet away. Nobody could see Anna's video. She was my deepest vulnerability, the weakness I couldn't afford to expose. "So secretive," Oliver smirked suggestively. "I follow several gorgeous European socialites. Want an introduction? Several have been asking about you."

"Do I know you, female?" Hannah had crossed Peter’s path a few times at the Moon Council, but they had never exchanged scents. When she saw me—shimmering in diamonds and silk—she had felt a surge of territorial jealousy, but Peter’s rejection made her cheeks flush with a deep, humiliating red. She turned to Oliver, her eyes pleading. "Did Vanessa do something wrong? She’s with me tonight." Oliver sighed, his scent radiating pure exhaustion. He was clearly done with Hannah’s puppy-eyed routine and the desperate way she clung to his trail. It made his wolf want to snarl.

Hannah was slightly stunned as she asked, "You mean Mr. Oliver Adams?" As Elijah nodded, Hannah's eyes sparkled with excitement. She was overjoyed. "Thank you, Mr. Brown!" Oliver was a truly esteemed scholar, with outstanding achievements in several fields. He was highly respected in the academic community. Hannah, who had been planning her university life all along, had heard of him countless times. She had long admired him. Elijah couldn't help but laugh heartily at Hannah being thrilled. "It's because you're an excellent student. Keep up the good work. We all look forward to your future."