Novel & Cerita Hannah Swensen Series

When I straighten, Wren is giving me a look that I can’t decipher, but it still manages to make my heart flutter and my head spin. “I’ll get to the bottom of this, Wren. I promise.” I kiss her nose. “You’re gonna go shopping, you’re gonna have fun cake tasting, and colour sorting. Don’t think about Donovan, don’t think about anything and just have fun. Okay?” Her head bobs gently. “Okay.” “I’ll handle it.” I lift her chin and slant my lips against hers in a slow, sweet kiss. And then, we pull away. “Daddy! Mommy!” Hannah barges out of the house with a wide smile on her face as she waves Wren’s phone. “Uncle Mitch is calling.”

“As long as he is not going to hurt you again.” “Thank you.” I said. That made them look at me again for a long time. “So tell me, is he planning on taking you out this weekend?” Sarah asked. “How did you even know that?” I asked, surprised. “Well you should know Sarah is the leader when it comes to relationship stuff.” Hannah smirked. “So what do you plan on putting on?” Sarah asked, standing up And soon, the whole apartment turned to a mini fashion studio. Hannah kept going through the closet as if she was a detective. “No, not this one. It looks too churchy, too serious, this one is meant for work.”

Solene finally said. “Asleep? She never sleeps without eating.” Hannah said, then she paused, turning to the pot. She uncovered it and gasped before turning back to Solène. “How long have you been here?” “Long enough to know you leave Katie home alone.” Hannah rolled her eyes and turned back to the bags on the counter. “It’s just for the afternoon.” “She’s seven, Hannah.” “Eight in a few months.” “And that makes it much better.” Solene said.

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.

They were a team in raising Hannah, and they both had their own way of explaining things to her. Hannah wasn’t the kind of kid that would let it go if she didn’t understand something, or if they told her that they weren’t ready for her to know about a specific topic, and they both knew it. When she was six, Julie found a book about midwifery in her room. When she asked Hannah what that was all about, she reminded her that she asked her where babies came from and Julie told her she needed to wait till she was older, so when they went on a school trip to the public library, she checked it out.

“Oh.” “Oh? ‘Oh’ what? Who is it?” “It’s Hannah. Damien’s sister.” “Damien’s… That Damien?! What the hell is she doing at your door?” “I don’t know? To say hi most likely.”Wren smoothed her hair, and opened the door. Hannah was standing in the hallway holding a big ceramic dish with a lid. A little steam was escaping from the edge. She smiled. “Wren. Hi. It’s been a while.” “Hannah. Hey. Good to see you.”

He simply continued looking in the same direction, his eyes following someone who was approaching. — I think I’m finally going to have a little fun. Instinctively, Nathan turned to see what had caught his attention. And then he saw her. Hanna was walking toward the room with elegant, confident steps. The long black dress with a side slit followed the natural movement of her body, revealing just enough with each step. Her satin sandals with small rhinestones caught the light discreetly. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her light makeup simply enhanced what was already naturally beautiful.

His bad boy looks attracted them anyways. Lavender looked at the man and sighed heavily. " Hey Hannah, I have some work to do for a month, would you like hanging out at Uncle Dash's house for that time?" Hannah looked at her sister and thought for a minute before nodding. She then let go of Dash and went to hug her sister. “I will miss you so much mommy. Will I get to go shopping with you after you are done? I miss shopping with you." “Of course darling. We shall get all the sweets and chocolates in the world for our little princess. “Lee knew the kind of shopping her sister was talking about. The girl loved sweet things more than toys and clothes. How wouldn't she understand her meaning whe

“Ever look at someone and just know, deep in your soul, that they were an ugly baby? That’s Dave Byron.” We’re clustered around the huge island in their enormous kitchen. Hannah’s copper curls glint gold under the sophisticated pendant lights hanging at asymmetrical lengths above us. Five years and a baby later, she still looks like a teenager, with her dewy pale skin and freckles. Her wardrobe is more sophisticated now—she used to show up for first period in her pajamas.

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.