Jonathan Hanna Novels & Stories

HANNAH IS a presence I've grown to need, much like a soothing melody to my ear or oxygen for my soul. For the past two weeks, her warmth has chipped away the chronic stress from my shoulders like wax dripping from a candle, leaving behind a man I can hardly recognize—with a sense of calm and joy.

“And you think we can trust him again?” “Absolutely… The guy saved you and your son without second thought when I asked,” Hannah says confidently, already dialing on her phone. “Just watch.” Soon, the person she is calling answers her call and I listen as she talks, her tone casual but firm. “Hey, Nate. It’s me... Yeah, yeah, I know it’s been a while. Listen, I need some intel on Alpha Velkan. Do you know where he’s holed up lately?” There’s a pause, and I can faintly hear a familiar gruff voice on the other end. Hannah nods as if he can see her. “Uh-huh. That makes sense. And you’re sure?... Perfect. Thanks, Nate. I owe you one.”

ANNA'S POV "I need a day," Jonathan's father said, before he could finish whatever he'd started to say a moment earlier, some of the composure sliding back over his face like a door quietly closing. "There are people I need to speak with, documents I need in front of me before I explain this properly. I don't want to give you half a story and let you build the wrong conclusions out of it."

I tried to be quick and not cause any disaster. "Excuse me." "Wait, Miss Collins," Nathan said, standing up. "Let me introduce my new assistant, Chris. This is Miss Katherine Collins." Mr. Johnson stood up. Why on earth was he introducing me? "Chris Johnson. Now I can say it's a pleasure, Miss Collins." "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Johnson," I say, shaking his offered hand.

He will still lead the conversation. Hanna's lips curled into a scornful sneer as she settled into the chair opposite Hideous. She took her pen and paper with resentment in her eyes as he started to write. "My tongue may be cut off, but don't look at me like that. I can still kill you right here, right now." Hideous raised an eyebrow. "I doubt you could do that." Hideous smirked. "So, what brings you here?" Hanna glared at him and started to write her words again. "I came to tell you the truth," she declared. Her handwriting is full of disdain, pain, and hatred. "About your daughter, Sherly."

"Professor Reed, you're a scientist, and while you're on the frontier of science just like us IT engineers, our professions and schools of thought are still distinct. I'm afraid you might not understand what it takes to be called a professional in our industry." "Mrs. Bronson's idea is not only naive and outlandish." Jonathan eyed the delicate-looking woman before him. "It's impossible. In a few months, Mr. Henderson might very well regret missing out on a talent like Anna." He added, "You should offer your assistance when the time comes, Anna. It concerns national matters, after all." As Jonathan spoke, he kept his eyes on Hugo, who was walking toward them. Anna couldn't help feeling a litt

“Do you know Jaxon Don?” Anna's brows dipped. “Yeah… He's by far probably the creepiest guy on earth.” “Creepy? Why?” “Ah, don't you know about his business?” Anna left her hand, shaking her head as though disappointed. “What business?” She knew he owned a company, but that had to be all. Then Anna began… She explained it all (at least as much as she knew), letting Reene (whose gape was unable to shut) in on Jaxon's life.

A slow smile crossed his face — the small private one, not the version he used in public — and he set the phone down. Back to Lilly She sat at her desk with a blank document staring back at her and absolutely nothing coming out. “Hannah I swear nothing is working. Not one line. He wants RnB and I’m sitting here producing complete silence.” “It’ll come. Stop panicking.” “Two weeks—” “It will come.” Hannah said it with the calm finality of someone who has closed the matter. She paused. “Anyway — about the festival tomorrow night. I have to be honest with you about something.”

Says Hannah, a female beta and a waitress. “What do you mean?” Dean asked while frowning. Hannah rolled her eyes first before she answered Dean’s question. “It’s obvious! That Maximino Salvador is into Nexus! Maximino wants Nexus!” “And so? What if he likes Nexus?” Sebby asked. “What do you mean, what now if he likes Nexus? God, people, are you even aware of how popular he is?” Hannah’s answer seemed frustrated. It was Nico’s turn to answer Hannah. “We are all aware how popular he is, Hannah.”