Harry Potter Hannah Novels & Stories

“How... thoughtful.” But Hannah leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping just enough to send a chill down my spine. “Given our history, I don’t trust you, and that’s why I’ve decided to make sure you don’t fuck this up.” My jaw tightened, but before I could respond, the door swung open. A young girl, barely eighteen, stepped inside, her wide eyes full of nervous energy. “Lily,” Hannah called, her tone suddenly warm. “Come here.”

Reuben yelled angrily, “Buffy, I’ve given you more than enough restraint. Don’t test my patience. If you continue to obstruct me, don’t expect me to be nice.” “Who do you think you are, Reuben?” A chilling voice boomed. “What if I have something to say about it?” A woman took strides into the place. “Hannah?” Reuben was shocked to see her. He made a face, his eyes carrying wariness. Hannah was the most promising member of the Viper’s Den West State Branch and a key player within Westeros. She was once a figure Reuben could only look up to. The sight of Hannah put Reuben on edge.

One girl, then another, as if he was testing how far he could fall before someone bothered to stop him. Damian was nowhere near him this time. It seemed he had finally washed his hands of Noah’s case, focusing instead on his own life. George and Harry, his close friends, drifted off like smoke. Without that anchor, Noah spun deeper, freefalling with nothing to catch him. And then came Hannah Brooks. She wasn’t like the rest. She couldn’t be lured with a smirk or an expensive jacket. Hannah was the student president of Arizona State University, and even I couldn’t deny her name carried more weight than half the faculty combined. She was respected, untouchable—the kind of woman who made men th

Intro: Hannah is obsessed with her hot math professor! Warnings: The book is written for your personal guilty pleasures and desires so if you don't like it just skip it. Hope you enjoy.... Hannah's P.O.V . My Name is Hannah Magurita Monre, and I've got this huge crush on my teacher I've always wanted Mr. Landon Patrick to take my virginity. It's like my long dream fantasy , I want my teacher to punch my V card I know this probably sounds cliche maybe like a novel or something but I don't really care.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

That could be Lucy's doppelganger the similarities were freaky and Hannah shivered as she stared at her. " I'm sorry Hannah I tried to keep an eye on her I even tried to put obstacles in her way to keep her from coming to town but nothing worked. She wants you dead and gone and she will stop at nothing to get what she wants. She isn't strong she does not know magic but she trained to be able to fight and is really good especially in wolf form. She will most likely make a move when you least expect it",Tina stood and went to leave.

Sasha snapped. "A name? Who?" Mr Jones asked. "Hannah." Sasha smirked. TBC

Reynolds stepped aside to reveal the newcomer. As she entered the room, the collective gasp of surprise was nearly audible. Hannah was a vision that seemed to have stepped straight out of a storybook. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, a striking contrast to her fair complexion. Her eyes were a captivating shade of azure, reminiscent of the clearest summer skies. Freckles adorned her cheeks, giving her an endearing and youthful charm. She carried herself with grace and poise, her movements as fluid as a dancer's. Hannah was dressed in the school's uniform, a crisp white blouse and a pleated plaid skirt, but she managed to infuse it with her sense of style. A delic

Hannah nods, smiling at me. Hannah is beautiful and now that I am looking at her, I realize she looks a lot like Phoenix. She has the same dark brown eyes and hair, the same high cheek bones and perfect jawline, and the same smile. She is also tall like him. I doubt I’ll be as tall as anybody in this school. “It’s nice to meet you too,” I tell her. “Oh, wow. You are so pretty,” she gushes. “Your eyes… purple… wait… they change colors? That’s so cool.”

Stiles followed me out, wanting to see me off. As I stepped into the living room, the front door swung open, and in walked Hannah, carrying a box. Following closely behind her was a girl who looked utterly exhausted—her eyes were sunken and her skin pallid. I squinted, recognizing her from the live conference. “Isn't this your ex-husband's sister?” I pointed out to Stiles, my voice dripping with curiosity. Hannah simply ignored us, marching inside with an air of superiority, while Lenora, the girl next to her, followed without a word. I was left stunned, trying to process what just happened.