Hannah Montoya Feet Novels & Stories

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.

Sick of Catalina’s attitude, Hannah immediately takes an overtake, passing a not-so-good-mood Catalina. Hannah was so frustrated that she just went in the direction where her feet led her. After a while, she was surrounded by tall trees and couldn’t see the plain landscape where they stayed a while ago. Oh no. She won’t accept the truth if she ever gets lost in the middle of the mountain. The Ruta del Ferro is supposedly a very easy trail, just like what the blogs and even Minister Kal described. "Easiest huh." She mumbled, stomping her feet like a kid as she continued to walk into the unknown.

Hannah said putting her hands akimbo. “You don’t just stand there and stare, what the fuck is she talking about?” Brandon asked and Arianna sighed softly. “I think it’s high time you all know the truth…” Arianna paused and stared at Hannah. She knows what she was about to say would break Hannah’s heart so much. “What truth Mom?” Hannah asked, confused. “First of all, you should know my real name isn’t Arianna Mackenzie. My name is Camilla Colby Montez and I am Brandon’s Biological mother” Arianna said and Hannah opened her eyes wide in shock.

Hannah is back to being the happy lively woman that she is. The girls not only help me get the dress on, but they also find matching shoes. They are peep toe sandals with a small chunky heel. The whole experience has me feeling like Cinderella. All the girls are super nice, and I am enjoying hearing them chat about the different guys they are hoping will be attending tonight. I wonder briefly if I will ever be as carefree as they seem at this moment. Looking at Hannah I know that there is hope.

"What is your actual plan now? What are you going to do with that audio recording? Are you going to show it to your dad tonight?" Before Luca could even open his mouth to reply, a sharp click echoed from the front porch. The heavy wooden door of the lodge suddenly swung wide open. Both of our heads whipped around instantly to look. Hannah came stepping out onto the porch. She was wearing a thick jacket over Mia's pink nightie, carrying a small canvas tote bag in her hand. The second she stepped under the porch light, she looked up and saw Luca’s massive black SUV idling at the curb. She clearly recognized the car, and she could see both Emma and Luca sitting together through the front windsh

I can see that she really wants to ask me to explain but doesn't want to make me uncomfortable so I tell her everything that happened at the Martinez mansion, what little there is to tell, at least. Quietly, Hailey gathers me into her hands and tucks my head beneath her chin. As tears well up in my eyes, I find myself thinking that something like this would never happen to Hailey. She is 5ft 10 inches tall, with rich creamy skin, and her natural blond hair has gold streaks in it. She is slim and curvy and has the face of a supermodel. Hailey is the sort of woman that makes heads turn and she certainly is not the sort of woman that anyone would call an underdressed, ugly swan.

I say. Hanna has been my best friend since we were 8. Our parents used to joke that we were so joint at the hip, they were sure that not even our mates could separate us. Even though we are besties, we are very different. Hanna is a few inches shorter than my 5.8 feet. She had brown curly hair, olive tan skin and the most beautiful hazel eyes you have seen. Hanna is also what you would call a genius with a degree in mechanical engineering and some intense hacking skills, Hanna is the type of girl that would fix up your 1968 Ford Mustang and then transfer it to her name. Not a joke, she did that once. In Hanna’s defence, he didn’t want to pay her for fixing the car up. She is currently trying

They were her BFFs since middle school, but at the moment, she couldn't spare a second for them. "Damn, girl, didn't know you liked Mr. Nielsen's Calc class that much!" Hannah joked. Flicking back her long auburn locks over her slender shoulder. Their classmates joked that her and Lacy were "twins" because of their similar builds and big boobs, but Hannah was actually taller at 5'4" and 112 lbs. She was also one of the smartest students in their class, with a boyfriend on the football team. Not to mention, she was blessed with a 34C bust. She had more than a few covetous classmates.

Cassandra's POV Later that afternoon, the doorbell rang. The final participant was a woman. Maddox, back in his impeccably professional black attire, his face a closed door, led her to the lounge. Her name was Hannah. She was stunning-thick in the best way, with generous curves, full, pillowy breasts, and an ass that was a glorious, round handful. She had a confident smile and curious eyes behind stylish glasses. Maddox made to leave. "Stay," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. He paused, his back to me.