Kristen Hannah Books Novels & Stories

Glaring at him jokingly, I saw him looking at me with his pouty face, I giggled… “You are really cute when you do that” We shouldn’t talk about those memories but we are still doing so. Maybe that is because we are now one with the other us? That no matter how anyone threatens us, the fact will remain the same? The fact that I, Kianna Amanda Hinsen fell in love deeply with Drake Bennett Peterson. “I… want us to have a happy ending… you and I… together with our little prince and princess…” “So you want two kids huh”

“So this should be a piece of cake for you. Small-town arson. Your pool of suspects is limited.” Hannah swore under her breath. No point in trying to keep secrets. Okay, more secrets. She still hadn’t told them she’d quit her job. Or about Tim. Or that she was moving home. “I’m not going to be doing any investigating. We’ve got a wedding to pull off. And . . . well, I’m sort of representing Calder Blue.” Kerry hooted and Fiona’s mouth dropped open in outrage. Which . . . was pretty much exactly the reaction she’d anticipated.

Unfortunately for Brock Hill, there’d been no one there to save him. As the preacher finished his remarks, Beth squeezed Ryan’s hand, and they gave the casket one last look as Hannah’s mother began to wail. Beth couldn’t blame her for being unable to accept what her daughter had done—or what her daughter had been through herself. The journals were full of secrets Hannah hadn’t confided in anyone, and some of them dated back to when she was a little girl, and her mother had invited a parade of unscrupulous men into their home. It was no wonder Hannah had ended up with issues, although it was still difficult to believe she’d let her own abuse push her so far over the edge and no one had notice

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

Without looking to Owen for confirmation, I say, “We do. Please, explain.” She opens her bag and removes a few tattered paperbacks. The spines are unreadable, they’ve been cracked in so many places. One is missing a cover. All of them have a forest of neon tabs jutting out from their sides. I hear Hannah’s audible gasp of delight and admiration. I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for the brand, style, and inventory number of the tabs. “Our pack is so obsessed with the story of our origins, that we ignore the story of our ending.” She opens one of the books and it lays flat, pages perilously close to falling out. There’s a woodcut illustration of Fenrir devouring Odin.

“What do you mean you did something terrible?” Crystal swallowed hard. The confession clawed its way up to her throat. “I have… been in contact with Rissa.” She choked. Kristen froze. She almost laughed, hoping her ears were playing tricks on her. “Wait… hold on.” She paused. “Please tell me it’s not the same Rissa. Not Briella’s evil sister.” Crystal’s shaky nod said it all it. Kristen’s chest caved in. “What did she ask you?” Kristen’s voice was careful, almost pleading, searching for a good answer... something that would prove Crystal wasn’t going to turn out to be a traitor, but Kristen’s gut already knew, Crystal’s face said it all.

He nodded the same nod he had given everyone before them. “Kristen, bow to your Alpha, bare your neck.” Her father whispered in a harsh tone as he tugged on her arm. She felt defeated as she bowed and bare her neck. The same overwhelming disappointment she was feeling now. The crushing feeling she had felt that day mixed with today overwhelmed her. She pressed her forehead harder into the mirror, a small crack forming. More images and memories flooded her mind. She tried so hard to get Arkyn’s attention. He never noticed her. She was a fierce fighter, signed up for extra trainings, border patrol runs. Anything and everything to put him near her. She learned what he liked and what he hated. N

I watched quietly listening to all the anxious breathing of Athena as Kellina approached the elderly woman and bowed to her in respect. Kellina was excellent at being proper and respectful likely from the many years of treatment she got from that fucking other white priestess Hannah who tried to make Kellina call her mother. I could hear Rogan trying to get Athena’s attention. Trying to understand what was going on but Athena was shut up and trying to find a move. A move she just didn’t have, this was check and mate and part of me pitied Rogan because right in front of him was his mate, a woman of worth who was working on at this very moment uniting two packs together with kindness and grace

“You can’t log in securely, stupid. What’s so hard about waiting a bit?” “A bit?” Hannah pointed at the stack of books on the small table beside the sofa. “This is already your… what, fifth book? After you finish that you’ll move on to the next volume, and then the next, and it’ll never end.” Kevin scratched the back of his neck, unable to answer. Hannah had spent days looking for that piece of paper here with him, of course she already knew his habits. “Do you even actually want to help me? Or do you just enjoy watching me get desperate? Maybe wasting time is fun for you while reading comics, but the longer this drags on, the harder it gets for me, you know?”

1933 Hannah. My name is Hannah, and I am princess of Brone. yes, the actual princess, the only child of my parents. My conception is one of those stories they tell around campfires, with children gathered, cross legged and bright eyed. And when it ends, those stay seated waiting for more, knowing it's over.