Wildfire Hannah Grace Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Hannah, that’s enough. You can't just..." "I can do whatever I want in my own house, Daniel," I cut him off. I didn't even look at him. My eyes stayed on Grace. "Go ahead. Tell Alexander. Call him right now. But before you do, ask yourself if you’re ready to visit your own parents in a cage. Because I promise you, I will burn the whole forest down just to see you lose your tree." Grace’s eyes filled with tears. Real ones this time, born out of pure fear. She turned and ran down the hall toward the guest room, carrying Samuel. I heard the door slam so hard the pictures on the wall rattled.

I was so lucky to have such a funny uncle. Sitting in my hotel bathroom I light another cigarette. I had quit smoking many times but whenever my stress would rise, I would start up again. There were times that I would be so stressed that I would chain smoke until I threw up. Remembering this part of my life might bring me to having one of these times. I go into the main area of the hotel room and grab another bottle of champagne. Afterall, coming to terms with my past should be a celebration of freedom should it not? I sit in the chair that looks out onto the main street. Outside people are laughing and celebrating on a busy Friday night. Many of these people are drunk and simple live in a h

I trembled. After I returned to the past, all of the details I had previously neglected screamed for my attention. I was absolutely certain at this point that Joy was behind my parents’ deaths. I did not manage to return to the point before my parents’ deaths and save them. But I could find proof of Joy killing them and bring her to justice so that my parents could rest in peace. At that moment, my phone rang. It was a call from Joy. “Alania, where did you go? I can’t find you in your ward.”

Chapter 13: Rogues In The Woods Hannah: I felt my whole life flash before my eyes. It wasn't a long life, full of pain and suffering. I had always been afraid to die, even though I had no real future prospects left, no one would have really missed me if I did die. Cleo was a bit further away from me, and I couldn't see how she was faring. Then again, I didn’t have time to think about her—I was about to be killed.

She attempted to describe her experience in a serious tone, "It felt as if someone had set off fireworks in my head. The explosions resonated with thunderous roars, bursting in the sky and painting it with vibrant bursts of colors." "That must've been breathtaking." The smile in Darren's eyes deepened. He found Hannah even more adorable when she spoke such nonsense in a serious demeanor. She seemed like a child who was pure and innocent. Darren lifted his hands to pat Hannah's head and asked, "But with so many fireworks going on in your head, I'm sure it must've been very loud. Did you manage to hear what I said just now, Hannah?" "Of course, I can hear your voice whenever you speak, Mr. Win

The distant forests. And at the edge of the eastern ridge—a lone figure. A tawny wolf, watching in silence. He didn’t move. She didn’t call out. The wind carried no words, only peace. After a long moment, the wolf turned. Slowly, deliberately. And vanished into the dawn. --- That evening, Grace sat by the fire in the Luna’s quarters, quill in hand, parchment before her. She wrote the final page of her journal: > “Today, Johnson’s Haven opened its doors.

"Violet, you have to gather yourself, okay?" "I know." Violet sniffled. "By the way, you are going to search for her, okay?" "I will. What did you get?" "I mentioned to you that Hannah Grace was a natural killing machine with special talents. She could pick up things easily that she saw and she had a sharp mind. I don't know what else but, Victor said that the Charles Empire is hunting for her that's why Mr. And Mrs. Baker showed up that Hannah Grace died with her parents to protect her."

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

Grace quickly pulled her phone from her handbag, her hands trembling as she dialed Thersa’s number. “Ma’am… please pick up… please,” she whispered, her voice shaky with panic as the phone rang unanswered. “Please, please…” she muttered again, close to tears. “Just pick up…” Around her, smoke curled into the sky and people were shouting in fear. “How could the fire even start like that?” someone yelled nearby. “It’s like the flames were aimed right at this place!” Grace lifted her head, her eyes stinging from the smoke. She felt a knot in her chest..

Fist clenched, breath drawn deep, I channeled strength into my core. My fist collided with the tree's trunk. Crack! Two fissures erupted from the point of impact, racing outward, splitting the trunk in two. Shock painted their faces. The tree's crown lurched, crashing down with a 'whoosh!' The earth trembled, leaves took flight. I shook out my hands and faced them squarely. "Had I actually pushed her, she'd be in the hospital right now." Alice's tears ceased, her complexion ghostly. Victoria's rage gave way to terror, her grip on Alice's arm so fierce that her nails could have drawn blood.