Wildfire Hannah Grace Novels & Stories

She was waiting for Victor and yet he didn't know if she still remembered him. Johanna turned to her back, lying flat down while moaning. Then, she suddenly screamed and sat up. Connor quickly approached her and reached her face. "Baby," He called softly as she started sobbing. Two daggers or more were stabbed at the same time on his chest. Hannah Grace had a lot of trauma. She was born and made to be a natural killing machine by her parents. He knew how hard she was trained. One time, when they were celebrating Hannah Grace's birthday, Victor got drunk as he told him directly what happened. He cried in Violet's arms and they were the only ones who celebrated Hannah Grace's birthday. The thr

“You are here…” “Hannah, her name is Hannah,” Reid said as the girl froze and quickly pulled away. She stared at her for a long time. “Hannah, this is Gracey. She’s one of the omegas that we rescued.” “Oh, hi.” Hannah shook her hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Gracey.” Gracey pulled her hand away as she stepped back. “You might be confused but she’s not Eloisa,” Reid explained briefly. “I apologize.” She quickly ran away.

Hannah screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes widened as she saw the burning fire advancing towards her. It grew with every passing second, driving her insanely crazy. She struggled to escape but couldn't. Her scream was loud and clear as Diego stood with a blank look. Hannah felt the intense heat searing her skin, causing unbearable pain, and she couldn't breathe well due to the lack of oxygen. Her head spun with fear. "Help!!!! Please!!! Ahhhhh!!!!"

It began with a sketch. Grace sat beneath the oak tree with her journal open across her lap, the tip of her pencil dragging gently across the page. Around her, the garden buzzed with summer, bees floating lazily, wind humming through branches, the distant giggle of her sisters from the porch swing. She had titled the new journal: “The Fire We Haven’t Lit Yet.” Cassie had smiled when she heard the name, but Grace could tell there was something deeper behind the way her grandma’s eyes softened.

"Xander, ~Now that you know the truth… As your savior, I could only wish one thing… … Please, let me go!~ -Hannah"

It was all a chaotic mess, and I wished my sister could somehow drive even faster than she already was. When we pulled into the field next to the Eidolon Festival, Cadence dodged several parked cars to stop as close to the entryway as possible, and we all jumped out and sprinted toward Hannah. She was standing near the remains of the bonfire with a broken mirror in her hands, puzzling over it. “Hannah!” My sister’s voice brought her head around. “What is that?”

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..

Grace coughed. They turned. Flames blocked the hallway to the back. "The window!" Aiden dragged Grace toward the bedroom window. He grabbed a chair. Smashed the glass. Cleared the sharp edges with the chair leg. "Go! Jump!" Grace climbed through. Dropped into the snow outside. Cold bit her skin. She was only wearing pajamas. Aiden followed. They ran away from the cabin as fast as they could. Behind them, someone screamed. "FIRE! THERE'S A FIRE!"

the perfect camouflage. Grace would never forgive her beloved daughter's actions. She was one hundred percent sure that Fania's brain was being washed and influenced by this man named Sean. “How are you... Mrs. Mer-” “Don't call me that,” Grace snapped with a hateful look. She sat down a good distance away from Sean's position. What Grace had just said made Sean smile slightly. Trying to understand whatever Grace said with a full heart; Sean's patience was truly as wide as the ocean. “How are you, Mrs. Grace. I hope the invitation you gave me wasn't to ask me to leave your daughter.”

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