Hannah Pixie Snowdon Novels & Stories

The attendant tells me causing me to curse almost immediately. "Fuck you." "Language, Leaxandra." Quinn mumbles followed by Claude and Hyde's whispers. "Luna, that's..." "That means she's either offended or pissed." "I apologize, my lady." Beau sighs, "You are allowed to tour any part of the castle for now. As I am certain that the Alpha wouldn't want her ladyship to get involved with this matter as well since we will be discussing the incident that happened seven years ago." As though a nerve ticked in his thick skull, Quinn immediately dismissed me at all costs. What I meant by that was the way he talked me out of the place like I'm some sort of trash just to keep me out. I should have kno

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

I don’t want to see my protectors get hurt when the depths of the betrayals they are experiencing get revealed, as It never seems to stop getting worse but the little sadist bitch in me does like watching people squirm and lie, and twist themselves further into the holes they dig for themselves. I did check with Leo earlier if I am a bad person and he said the fact that I stopped to ask that question means I am not, and I trust his answer as he is a literal human golden retriever. Hannah has come back to the castle and is helping me dress for the evening’s dinner party. “So who is here all together tonight?” she asks, Hannah doesn’t know about the plan, she just loves the being in the know

Who can tell her something substantial? “Summer! Good morning!” a nasal voice broke her reverie. She startled and glanced up. Hannah, a chirpy girl in her late 20s and the only person who doesn’t feel rankled by her closed-off nature. She offered her a small smile and nodded. Hannah logged into the computer while she rambled, “I feel so lazy today. Shouldn’t have had three cans of beer yesterday.” Summer shook her head slightly. That was nothing new.

someone called snapping me back to reality I turned around and I saw a beautiful,slender hoodie and glasses. She smiled at me, I smiled back shyly. “ You are not from around here,” she said. I nodded my head and she took my hand and walked me through the class “ Judging from your age we are classmates and you will be my seat partner. My name is Melissa Gold, I am sixteen years old and you.” She said very excited I looked at her and smiled “ My name is Jessica Brown, am sixteen years also” immediately she heard my name she smiled and said

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Last night's storm had washed everything clean, and the air smelled like fresh grass and earth. Walking with Hannah, her warm Luna pheromones made me feel a peace I hadn't felt in forever. Before she became a Luna, Hannah was a top-tier fashion designer. She even had her own high-end brand, "Phoenix," which mostly catered to noble she-wolves. After tea at the mall, she took me to the Phoenix flagship store. Right at the entrance, she got an emergency call from the Council, so she told me to head inside and start browsing without her.

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1933 Hannah. My name is Hannah, and I am princess of Brone. yes, the actual princess, the only child of my parents. My conception is one of those stories they tell around campfires, with children gathered, cross legged and bright eyed. And when it ends, those stay seated waiting for more, knowing it's over.

she snarled. “Sorry,” I said, my breath shaky. “Whatever bitch!” She said in a dismissive tone, rolled her eyes, and walked off. A second girl approached me. Her dark reddish-brown hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail and drew attention to her striking features. Her face was dotted with freckles, adding a touch of playfulness to her otherwise serious expression. Her brown eyes were piercing, seeming to look right through you and into your soul.