Hannibal Show Novels & Stories

"He's from Canada, I'm from Mexico. How could we be connected?" "But I never said he was from Canada." Amelia's eyes glinted with amusement. "I have a copy of your file, but your experiences from ten years ago are missing. So I had someone investigate thoroughly. Ten years ago, you worked under Kellen, but he sent you away, and you ended up in Mexico. Am I right, Hannibal?" "You... That information was destroyed long ago." Pierson (Hannibal) said, "How could you possibly have found it!"

Hannibal joined the others at the end of the table, all four people lit by the natural light coming in windows that spanned the entire south wall, the view of Ayala Avenue spectacular outside. Immediately, she began to sweat as she realized she’d completely forgotten her briefcase. Taking a deep breath and wiping her face clean of expression she sat up straight and clasped her hands on the waxed wood table. “You all look very handsome today. And Alice, you look great in blue.” Alice smiled politely. Mr. Leonard and Hannibal thanked her, but Mr. Robinson just put his glasses on and stared. Mr. Leonard hit him with an elbow. “Come on now, Robinson, you said you wanted to give her the good news

Haniel asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Get ready for an even bigger surprise!" The tablet screen lit up, revealing Hanna’s face, radiant and smiling. "Hanna! Is that really you?" Haniel shouted with joy, his eyes wide, and a huge smile spread across his face. "Little brother..." Hanna murmured, her voice choked. "Hanna... you’re okay! I’ve missed you," Haniel jumped on the bed in excitement. "Look, Hanna, Haniel is so happy to see you. He was really worried when you disappeared," Gabriel observed, adjusting the tablet.

Observing Grayson's quiet demeanor, Shane hesitantly inquired, "Mr. Quinn, may I ask where you acquired the information about the Hannibals' search for tombs? "Is it possible you've fallen victim to a scam? The Hannibal family is notorious for peddling false leads to drive up the value of genuine intel, ultimately lining their own pockets." Grayson, shaken from his reverie, responded, "If there are indeed no tombs beneath Mandoria, then it seems I've been deceived."