Hannah Montoya Feet Novels & Stories

A girl? Ethan Barker deserved to be beaten half to death. Hannah took a step back, then spun her body with her left foot as the pivot while her right leg followed the rotation of her hips. Her right leg swung freely. Her gaze locked onto Ethan’s head. In a split second, her shoe landed squarely on his face. Ethan, unable to dodge in time, staggered before collapsing onto the concrete floor. Hannah grabbed his wallet, emptied the cash from inside, then shoved it back into Ethan’s pants pocket.

“Linda? It’s Hannah. May I come in?” Her voice was smooth and low, like warm honey. “Yes, come in,” I called, trying to sound casual. She entered, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. Hannah was breathtaking early thirties, graceful like a dancer with an easy confidence that filled the room. Her fair smooth white skin glowed softly under the warm lights, flawless and radiant. Long dark curls were tied back in a loose bun, a few strands framing her face. Those deep expressive eyes locked onto mine with genuine interest, and her full lips curved into a gentle, reassuring smile. She wore simple scrubs that hugged her figure just enough to hint at strength and femininity.

I remove my heels and hiss when I see my red bruised toes. "Fucking heels," I whisper to myself. The door opens and Mona walks in. "Hey you," she says. "Hey you back." She takes a seat on my bed and watches me intently. Her features a mirror of my own. "Why did you leave early?" "I-i just got tired,my feet were killing me." Her gaze moves to my toes. "Come on,let me take a look at those." She grabs a kit and brings out some ointment,I place my feet on her laps and she applies it on my toes,then gently massages them.

“I just saved you from hugging Hannah Miller. You’re welcome.” Fiero turned back to the movie. “I wasn’t going to hug her.” Mika snorted. “Jealousy looks good on you, Joy.” “Shut up,” Joy muttered. Meanwhile, Hannah had recovered. She flipped her hair and launched into a monologue about her achievements: student council, debate team, her unique vision for House Six. None of it mattered. Moses lifted his headphones back on with a grunt. Miriam opened her book. Closed it again. Gave up.

The thought weighed heavily on my heart and made me want to shed tears. “Hey,” Hannah turned me to face her. “She’s fine. Don’t worry too much. You’re going to get old quickly if you keep this up.” “She could have been lying dead when I walked in.” I swallowed saliva. “What would I have done?” Hannah ran her hand up and down my back, hoping to comfort me. “You’ve seen her, haven’t you? She’s fine.” I nodded. At that precise moment, Maya walked out of the room. She sported a black and grey cargo pants and a big, black shirt. Her hair remained in a ponytail.

Hannah had been one of those means to an end sort of things after Mona failed to do what she was fucking ordered to do. She was a nice little bounty that the young alpha fucking pup had failed to see was missing and she had been for the last two weeks. A dear friend of mine was able to snatcher off the border while she was out for a run. She hadn’t been who I wanted but once I saw her nice tits and taut body I said fuck it and kept her to entertain my pack of fucking horndogs who feel the need to fuck like young pups on E.

Training montages are a scam. In films, someone ties their hair back, does three push-ups, punches a bag, runs up some stairs, and emerges ninety seconds later with cheekbones, discipline, and the ability to roundhouse-kick emotional damage into a sunset. Maya gets shin splints. She also gets a bruise on her hip the size of a mango, a blister under her left big toe, and a level of hatred for burpees that feels personal enough to require legal mediation.

Chapter 3: Hilarious **Hannah’s POV** I stormed out of the banquet hall, trashing my heels, actually the borrowed heels from Lily, into a nearby trash can with a satisfying clatter, my number toes made me wanna scream! The cool stone pressed against my bare feet as I hurried toward the curb fueled by irritation.

Balvina was scratching her head trying to comprehend about Montas’s unstable emotions. “Come on, dear Luna. Wear this. Let's surprise our dry as a desert Alpha Kaylon.” The soft cloth that was covering her naked wet body fell onto her feet. Monta, who stands five feet and eight inches tall, was now looking up at her. The long gown fits perfectly at Balvina like it was personally and intentionally made for her.

“Your daughter,” Stephanie said in disbelief. “You are joking right.” Mr Hanks shook his head, “I am not joking Stephanie, I know the whole thing sounds ridiculous and I don't blame you if you doubt me but, the first time I saw you I was sure you were my Annie, you have Maya's can'terism, height everything, you look just like her. Even her hair color, Maya's hair was red just like yours. I used to call her my little fox.” His voice cracked as he spoke, anyone listening could tell he loved his Maya.