Novel & Cerita Hannah The Women

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.

It was Hannah! Moreover, in every photo, she always had one woman beside her. “I’ve made some inquiries about that woman. There are no clues about her information. Her identity is very well-hidden. She must be an important person in the organization behind Hannah. Moreover, according to the current information, Hannah had spent some time in the Hall of the Underworld back then. Later, because Hannah stole something from Hades, she incurred the pursuit of the Hall of the Underworld. However, for now, your sister is safe,” Fennel said.

“Hi there.” “Hello,” Wren replied, because ignoring would be rude even when you were running late and caffeinated and already thinking about work. “You must be Damian’s neighbour.” The woman had Damian’s eyes, Wren realised. Same shape, same colour. “I am. It’s been a while since he’s been around. Must be nice being back home,” Wren said. The woman smiled apologetically. “Oh, Damian’s not back yet. I’m just staying here for a few days…I’ve got work in town. He’s still out of the country.” She then came over and extended her hand. “I’m Hannah Cole. His sister.”

Hannah discarded the blind persona and attempted to speak to the woman but she kept slipping in and out of delusions like she couldn’t differentiate between what was real or not. A female nurse came to take the woman and apologized for her behavior leaving Hannah in an even confused state than she had been. Who was Mariah and how was she connected to the unknown woman? She was still lost in thoughts when somebody violently bumped into her shoulders causing her to almost trip. Hannah was quickly getting tired of having to pretend to be blind but she simply reined it in and put on an act of clumsily reaching for the wall to steady herself.

Because standing in the middle of the path, and blocking our way, was Nicole, and behind her stood her pair of minions, Cassandra and the other one who I didn’t know. I stopped walking, and took a deep breath. Great. Just what I needed. Nicole crossed her arms, and tilted her chin up with an infuriating smirk playing on her lips. Then, in the most condescending voice I’d ever heard, she greeted me. “Hey, bitch.” Hannah instantly stepped forward, and her sharp blue eyes glinted with challenge. “Move,” she said flatly. “You’re in our way.” Hannah wasn’t scared of anyone and it was probably because of the rough life she lived.

**** HANNAH “Girls, I have to visit something.” Right after our shift at the clinic, Lexy wanted to chill out and asked us to visit a coffee shop because her head was aching badly due to the psyche report we did a while back. Well, to be honest, it was really tiring assessing reports and writing the results in a way that would be superb and sublime. The two were begging me to join them, so I did. But I mentioned that I would not stay longer because I had to send additional reports to Ms. Martinez, our Internship adviser. And I promised to visit her at school on Friday. So, never would I visit her without anything on my hand. Well, Ms. Martinez was aware of my abilities to cure people’s emoti

He seemed unsure how to proceed, the desire to move closer to Judencia evident on his face. “Pyotr!” I snapped, losing my patience. “You said Hannah has caused some kind of trouble. Are you going to fill us in on what you know or just ogle Judencia all day?” He turned his head to look at me, a sheepish grin playing across his face, and began to speak. Hannah had managed to kill the King and his Luna. She was ruling the kingdom now, an empty seat beside her that she claimed held her mate. She had declared war on all of the supernaturals. Pyotr said it had started with the witches before rapidly evolving to include anyone else that she felt had caused her harm. Hannah had well and truly lost h

Fatima asked in utter confusion and the woman smiled awkwardly. “I know, shocking.” The woman placed the flower down. “But you’re… Hannah,” she said in confusion and Hannah turned towards her. The two stared at each other. “How the hell…” Fatima held her head as she paced back and forth. Hannah stared at her before rolling her eyes. (Her reaction is the same as mine,) Hannah thought to herself. “There’s no way,” Fatima said in denial as Grian and her brothers watched her panic. “Oh, trust me. It’s for real,” Hannah replied.

Hannah's POV In the shadowed recesses of my consciousness, a sinister plot unfurled like a venomous bloom. My name, once whispered with reverence, now lingered as a harbinger of malevolence. HANNAH – the ex-mate of Alpha Nate but far from forgotten. My return to the pack was calculated, fueled by a burning desire for retribution. Elena never needed to know that she was merely a tool. I had become a specter, an echo of vengeance that haunted the edges of their lives.

So he's trying to tell us that he had no idea that a human has been in his pack for who knew how long and has been going through some kind of experiment, I guess, and he had no knowledge of it? I mean, if he was a regular pack member, I might have believed him, but he was the Alpha's son—there was no way he wouldn't have known about this. Hannah, after finally gaining her strength, rushed up to the glass cube with tears streaming down her eyes. I followed after her. We began to unstrap the woman who I had known before when I was a little boy. I wondered if she remembered me. After unstrapping her, Hannah threw herself at the woman while I stood to the side.