Sophie Hannah Books Novels & Stories

he called and then held the door open for us to walk in. Hannah pulled the note out again, giving it a brief skim. "I'll be in the back experiencing betrayal, death, heartbreak, and tragic love. All that is not mine to behold," Hannah breathed out heavily as she walked to the back of the library. She looked at all the titles above the shelves as she walked and then she stopped at the leisure reading section. English literature. "I don't think she meant Garret was in here." Hannah moved to the Shakespeare section and pulled out a book. "Romeo and Juliet." She flipped through the pages of the book and then slid the book back on the shelf when she found nothing. She looked again carefully and t

“Now I get to choose it again.” Sophia leaned against him. For a moment everything was peaceful. Then Seraphina came running toward them. “Mummy!” Sophia turned. “What happened?” Seraphina held out a small black book. “I found this in the old library.” Sophia frowned. “What book?” Seraphina opened it. The first page was blank. The second was blank. The third was blank. Then letters began appearing. Slowly. One by one. THE STORY OF SOPHIA IS OVER.

He simply continued looking in the same direction, his eyes following someone who was approaching. — I think I’m finally going to have a little fun. Instinctively, Nathan turned to see what had caught his attention. And then he saw her. Hanna was walking toward the room with elegant, confident steps. The long black dress with a side slit followed the natural movement of her body, revealing just enough with each step. Her satin sandals with small rhinestones caught the light discreetly. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her light makeup simply enhanced what was already naturally beautiful.

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

The scent of lavender still clung faintly to the curtains, and a stack of old books lay forgotten beneath the bay window seat. Sophie sat down slowly, tucking her knees to her chest, and reached for the top book. It was a journal—one with worn fabric edges and a small silver clasp. She recognized it instantly. Her handwriting inside was looped, impatient, sometimes angry, sometimes dreamy. She flipped through pages filled with poems, questions, dramatic heartbreaks, and lines like: “I want to be seen. Really seen. Not by cameras. Not by strangers. Just by someone who knows how I look when I’m not pretending.”

I could hear a small animal moving in the bushes the stone floor cooling down and the steady breathing of Stephen beside me. I whispered to Stephen "The silence feels different tonight." I looked up at the sky. Saw a satellite moving across it. It was like a watcher of the world always looking down on us. "It does not feel like a secret anymore Stephen. It just feels like night." Stephen held my hand a little tighter. "That is because there are no secrets, Hannah. Secrets make a house feel cold like the Vane company offices. When you gave Sofia that book you opened the doors and windows and the bad memories do not have a place to stay if everything is out in the open like the valley we live

“We don’t exactly get along.” Sophie studied me in the mirror, expression cool but sharp. Then she said, almost offhand, “Then stop forcing books. Try podcasts. Documentaries. Listen, absorb, repeat. Faster. Cleaner. Smarter.” I tilted my head, grin returning. “Perfect. I’ll sound cultured while getting my nails done.” For just a heartbeat, Sophie’s lips curved, not quite a smile, but the closest thing I’d seen. The warmth flickered, quick and fragile, before she buried it under discipline again.

Upon their return, they sat in the courtyard, enjoying drinks and the serene atmosphere, until their peace was shattered by the entrance of a young lady who addressed Hannah with disdain. "It seems like you're Hannah. Let me give you a piece of advice. If you think Liam loves you just because you're his mate, then you must be dreaming. Nobody can come between me and Liam; I'm his first," the woman, Sophie, sneered, her words dripping with jealousy. Before Sophie could continue, Camelia stood up, her tone sharp and annoyed. "Sophie, that's your Luna you're talking to. You should show respect." Sophie retorted, her defiance clear, "She's not my Luna. She may be yours, but not mine. I would nev

Sofia paled as I turned my eyes to her, looking helpless. "She's all yours." Hannah giggled. "Come on baby," I hissed sweetly, grabbing her arm. "WE need to talk," ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------