Jane Hansen Novels & Stories

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.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Katerina: “Hello?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I answered whoever was calling. Nathan, who was asleep by my side, opened his eyes, frowning in confusion at who was calling this early in the morning. “Hello, is this Mrs. Katerina Kozlov?” A man asked. “Yes, it’s me” I said, sitting up. Nathan sat up, shaking his head in confusion before a smile replaced his forming frown. “I am Professor Jasper from…”

It was a real treat to see sometimes. Once we got up to the doors of the house, they were opened by the butler. "Madam, Sirs"Hansen says with a slight nod of the head. "Goodnight Hansen"Josh and I replied waving at him. Elijah nods politely, his head turning to catch every glimpse of the inside of the mansion. This house a little bigger than his, he had a chandelier in the ceiling right before the staircase and this one had the chandelier over the staircase, the two way staircase that would lead up to dozens of rooms, bedrooms and playrooms, a cinema, the lots.

She helps into the tab that’s filled with warm water and is packed with bath bombs, the whole bathroom smells wonderful like Jasmine. She helps me bathe, she scrubs my back while I scrub my front. While I continue to scrub the dirt off, she untangles my hair. After we are completely done, she prepares some simple clothing for me and I wear them. Just some leggings and a shirt with some canvas. “ We can go get food now,” She announces. I would have done a happy dance if I had the energy, but I am so drained out. Who keeps someone who is hungover hungry?

she said, containing her excitement and the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach. "Jones Jackson," he stated, his eyes maintaining the stare in hers. "Jones Jackson..." She repeated trying to remember, then it hit her. "Jones Jackson from The raid role!?" "Yes, that Jones Jackson. We manage him and he requires a personal assistant. It's okay to decline if it isn't what you want," he added. "Was he the one...?" Her voice trailed off. "Yes, he is the one that made frightened Higgins run around but he isn't as bad as you think. He's just picky and sophisticated like every other artist out there."

TO: DaveyJones@Tomlinson.com FROM: Kira.Killer.Hanson@Tomlinson.com SUBJECT: Date ________________________________________________________________________ Hey babe I’m really sorry but I think I have to cancel tonight. Lacy and I are really struggling to get Hayley out of bed and I am really worried about her. We don’t want to leave her alone in fear she will suffocate in that bed of hers. She hasn’t even gone to any of the classes which isn’t the most important thing in the world right now, but you know how she is.

Nothing can be achieved by waiting for Beth to be revived, so I stumble towards the hatch separating the cryonic area from the bridge and press the auto control. On the flight deck, warning lights flash a kaleidoscope of colors across every screen. Monitors stream data from the ship sensors as Ingoran, our pilot, switches view constantly. “What’s going on?” I yell above the sound of the alarms. Ingoran ignores my question. “Look!” Judah standing beside Peter, shouts. The main screen displays a tsunami of cosmic projectiles hurtling towards us. An asteroid storm stretches into deep space as far as the eye can see. I realize that somewhere back in time, a giant supernova must have exploded.