Kristen Hannah Novels & Stories

It's wonderful to laugh every once in a while. "I'm really hungry and don't know where the cafeteria is," Cristine pouted childishly as she rubbed her tummy. Cristine still has moments when she acts like a child. Hannah hugs Cristine unexpectedly, surprising her, and she responds with a backtap. Did Cristine think Hannah would fall in love with her? Cristine is a certified narcissist who believes that she will make everyone fall in love with her. Hannah sniffed gratefully and murmured, "Thank you so much, Cristine." Did she shed a tear? It was a bit of an exaggeration, but you can't blame everyone for being affected. You aren't them.

Hannah nodded looking down at Christian's deformed body. "I'll call Brian after to take care of Christian's body." Hannah's phone rang admist their hug. "Ignore it if it's him." Jacob snarled. Hannah peeked a bit of her phone to see Kerry's ID. "It's Kerry." Hannah answered. "Still don't answer it, she might probably brag about getting fucked when we were busy trying to diffuse a fucking bomb." Hannah's chuckle lightens up the atmosphere. "True but anything silly might help the atmosphere right about now, I'll put her on speaker so you might have a laugh as well." Hannah sweaty palms slide the called to answer, she quickly tapped on the speaker and hold her phone up for her and Jacob to hear

“I’m Hannah Cole. His sister.” Wren shook it, smiling politely. “Wren Austin.” “Nice to meet you, Wren.” “You too. Well, I should…” Wren gestured at the elevator. “Of course. I’ll probably see you around.” Wren nodded quickly and headed for the elevator with The elevator doors closed on Hannah’s friendly wave, and Wren told herself the small disappointment in her chest was just general frustration, nothing specific. Damian was still gone. Fine. It didn’t matter. She had bigger things to worry about.

Cynthia nodded and said, "Mrs. Hartford, did you plant all these flowers? They look so pretty!" Kristen smiled. "I haven't been around much the past six months, so the gardeners have been taking care of them." "Mason, can you build a greenhouse like this at your place, too?" Cynthia said before she turned to Kristen. "Mrs. Hartford, do you know my sister?" Kristen was an award-winning actress in the end. Her heart might have sunk a bit, but the smile still remained on her face. "I've met her before," Kristen answered. "She really admired you and liked flowers, too. Mason, if you build a greenhouse like this, I bet Xena would be really happy," Cynthia said happily.

"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.