Jonathan Hanna Novels & Stories

The monks have been more than generous with their hospitality in regard to the volunteers and our privacy. Ana slams her book shut and sighs one of the longest sighs I have ever heard, causing me to chuckle. “Problems, my love?” She glances at me, her beautiful mouth ticking up into a small smile. She is absolutely stunning, everything about her calls to me and makes me feel that I am invincible. “I miss Bartholomew, and the other kids.” I chuckle at her, “Kids?” “You know what I mean, Nic. I want to go home. I want to be back on our lands and I wanna see Luther and Vivian. I haven't heard from her in almost 30 years. I don’t even know what's going on there any more. I am going through withd

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

" You seem very different to Mr Agrestes usual choice of women accompanying him, may I ask what do you do?" "Im actually not his woman! And I'm a doctor by profession but I have taken a year out to explore the world". Hannah had always been good at maintaining her dignity and she did just that by confirming she wasn't my woman. For some reason it irritated me that she managed to salvage her reputation. "oh well! thats good to know. I would like to introduce my son to you". Mr Jones is elated at Hannahs reply as he is finding his son I order, " We don't have time for introductions. Let's move!"

The dome dissolves, pressure lifting abruptly. I stagger—and immediately get caught by Ethan. “Still with me?” he asks softly. “Unfortunately,” I say weakly. “I think I promised not to die.” Blake flops onto the grass, staring up at the now-normal sky. “I can’t believe we just got audited by a god and survived.” Gravehowl settles back, presence easing. The Hunt stands. The Sleeper’s awareness lingers a moment longer. You did well, little Crown. Don’t make a habit of waking me.

In fact, Alex was seen taking his black coat and walking away without saying anything else. On one side, Hana can be seen taking a deep breath. She then took the file back and checked it slowly and carefully. After feeling everything was right, she then went to her room again. "It's too early to be back. Maybe I'll be back in three or four hours. Early is fine, isn't it?" muttered Hana then. She then sat in front of her MacBook while trying to continue her previous activities. Yes, find out Jenny Rome's social media. "There are so many names Jenny Rome. Doesn't that girl have any social media?" muttered Hana who was very surprised. She couldn't find anything at the moment.

his face hidden inside his hoodie as he type away , Fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard. He didn’t notice her at first or maybe pretended not to acknowledge her presence yet. Click, He stopped typing. Then slowly lifted his head. “Welcome… Hannah Montana.” He pulled off his hoodie, revealing none other than Dominic. A sly grin stretched across his face as he looked at her.

It’s been so long since we’ve gone out together. Hanna smiled, finding the idea tempting. — Sounds great. — Then it’s settled! — Paula said, clapping her hands softly. — How about tonight? Hanna made a small face. — Tonight won’t work. Paula frowned. — Why not? Hanna sighed lightly. — I have an appointment with my boss. A business dinner. Paula’s eyes immediately widened with curiosity. — With Nathan? — Yes. — Hanna replied. — He needs me to come along and take some notes.

Then they just stared at each other, as if their ability to converse had just disappeared. "Well." Robin cleared her throat. "I guess we should introduce ourselves. "Robin Hanna." She held out her hand across the table. She had one moment of panic, wondering if she should have told him her name. Then she gave a mental shrug. She'd just have to believe Jonas when he assured her the Russians had no idea where she was. "Trey DeMarcus." He took her hand and enveloped it in his warm one. "Nice to meet you, Robin Hanna. Is that Robin with an i or a y?"

Chapter 48: Get ready for Lily **Hannah’s POV** I wanted to slap Lily. Honest to God, my palm itched for it. Instinct almost made me raise my hand, but maybe my reverend sister Martha had been praying overtime for me. Because somehow, I found the strength to drop my hand back down, curl my nails into my palm, and keep my temper chained. “I am John Grisham,” the guy at the cubicle nearest to Lucas’ office announced suddenly, his voice cutting straight through the charged silence like a badly timed trumpet.

He lifted his drink to her in salute before taking a long draught. It burned going down but he relished the warmth. “Oh my god, Jake,” she said, coming over to the table. “You are the last person I ever expected to see here.” “And I, you,” he replied. “Aren’t you going to introduce us, Declan said. “Arsehole,” Jonathon muttered before plastering a smile on his face. “These reprobates are my friends,” Jonathan said. “Brian, Barry, Mason and Declan. And this is my assistant, Emma.”