Jonathan Hanna Novels & Stories

"What? Like chase after a boy for years, lose my virginity to him, constantly wait on him to ignore me for the club and now not be able to handle me going away to school for eight months?" Hanna huffed. "Oh wait! I already did that!" "Hanna!" Jazz warned. "Sounds like a real idiot to me. Any guy should be chasing you and not the other way around." TJ replied. "I'm Hanna." Hanna replied. "Sam, Smokey, and Snake's daughter."

As we entered the office, Hannah’s assistant barely spared us a glance before motioning us toward the sleek glass doors of her office. “Right on time,” Hannah said as we stepped inside. She was seated behind a large desk, exuding power in a deceptively calm yet sharp way. “Hannah,” Nolan greeted, his voice smooth and controlled. “This is my wife, Anastasia.” Hannah’s piercing blue eyes flicked to me, scanning, assessing. “The woman of the hour,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” “All good things, I hope,” I said smoothly, taking the seat across from her without waiting for an invitation.

“But beware of the dangers, Luna. The daughter will be powerful. She will be your strength and a liability.” I swallowed thickly, but nodded. Yet again Janet blinked and frowned. “What…what was I saying just now?” Her voice had gone back to being soft and timid. Just then Hannah returned. I felt relief course through my veins. She bowed deeply and said, “Thank you. Thank you so much.” I dismissed her gratitude politely. “No worries. I loved spending time with her,” I replied in a steady voice although I felt panic surface once again. “I have cut the vegetables. Unfortunately, that’s what I could only do,” I added and looked at Janet, who seemed to look thoughtful. Hannah shook her head. “Thi

Hannah raised her voice whilst pretending that she did not know who he was. Did he think that he was above everyone else just because he was the richest person in A city? He would amount to nothing in front of her. Hansen was silent on the other side of the line. He understood that Hannah was mocking him to defend Jenna. "Hannah, I'm Hansen. Please take care of Jenna for me these few days. I'll pay you back, any price you want." Hansen was not angered; he only sighed and spoke sincerely.

while tilting his head. The girl who came to help me tried to hold back her laughter. Dane glanced at her questionably. “Got something to add Kendra?” “Catrina is a lying bitch,” Kendra unveiled. “Fuck you!” Catrina snapped back. Dane looked at all of us before settling his gaze on me. “New girl, what happened?” I tilted my head to the side, letting my hair fall over my eye, and replied, “Nothing, sir.” Catrina hissed, “It’s Alpha!”

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

he said, trying to process the information. “Why would she do this?” “That’s exactly why,” Mikel replied, his voice firm. “Think about it. Hannah’s spent years trying to secure her place as Landen’s Luna. She’s got everything she ever wanted, but now Anna’s back, and to make things worse, she has Owen. Anna told me a while ago that Owen is actually Landen’s son.” "if Hannah found out, it makes perfect sense. She wouldn’t just sit back and let Anna ruin her position. She’d do anything to protect her place as Luna, and that means getting rid of both Anna and Owen.”

No sooner had I settled into my chair than Anna followed me inside. “Good morning, Mr. Voss,” she said with her usual polite smile. “Morning, Anna,” I replied. She held her tablet close and said, “Mr. Jonathan reached out again.” The sound of that name made me groan. Jonathan Monroe. The man loved to linger around trouble. Anna noticed and smiled lightly. “I assume he’s already contacted you personally?” “Yeah,” I said, pulling the file out of my briefcase. “He came to my house yesterday. Dropped this on me.”

**Ch.7: The Security Guards Fetch Hanna** At noon, after her shift, Hanna sat in the cafeteria, opening the email Morgan had sent her. A skeptical laugh accompanied each line her eyes scanned. The supposed assassination attempt he referred to served merely as a pretext for a list of impositions that ultimately catered to his own interests.

Hanna won’t even look at me when I place food on her plate. She ate while I watched her, sipping my coffee. “Stop staring at me.” “Then, talk to me so I won’t stare at your face.” I bargained. Hanna sighed. She put her cutlery down and asked. “What do you want to talk about?” “Us?” Her nose twitched in distaste. “There is no us.” She looked around, and when she noticed that the maids left us, she hissed. “Rowan, will you stop harassing me? You are repressing me, and I hate it!”