Wildfire Hannah Grace Novels & Stories

"You killed Carrie.'' He accused me once again like all the many times I tried to explain to him that I didn't. "For fucks sake I didn't!!!" I growled. He never listened to my side of the story. He just did things blindly. "Hannah's going to die too. I hope you go with her." He blew the smoke from his cigarette in my face. In a split second, he threw it at the house, igniting a blaze of raging flames in that instant. The motherfucker had gasoline poured around the house. I let go of him and ran inside, in search of Hannah.

He does some crazy shit and the times when he takes me along for the ride are the only times I feel alive. It's a week before Thanksgiving and Finn asked if I wanted to hang with him while Harper is at work. So, here we are on a gravel road miles outside of town. Finn is sitting on the hood of his car, smoking a joint, as he always seems to be doing. I'm walking down the road, letting the cold wind bite into my skin. It's a surprisingly cool day and it matches my mood. Today I woke up in pain at the thought of Thanksgiving quickly approaching. My first Thanksgiving without Wilder.

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

She asks she with crossed arms I guess she's right. "My name is Hanna" I decide to tell her as I give in "Hanna Wilder" she says my name which causes my body to feel tingly all over Whoa. What was that? I stand up straighter to try and hide this feeling. My ex-boyfriend never made me feel like that. "Pretty name" she says as she tucks a strand of her black hair behind her ear Her eyes never stray away from mine as she does so.

She held that much hate and envy in her heart for that woman. She switched on the television and kept tuning until it came to a stop on Tom Cruise's unaging face. She sighed in content, feeling cool, but then she noticed something. Cool wasn't just a feeling, the room got colder, a sudden chill ran down her spine effortlessly, making her shiver slightly. She made her way to the thermometer, noting that it had dropped to 5°, she increased it to where she could feel the warmth again and sighed, content this time. She went back to the television where Tom Cruise's face had been replaced with the cheetah from Cheetos ad. Her phone dinged and picked it off her pocket to see a text from her cousin

He placed his hand on her waist, and a sudden burning sensation rushed through me faster than logic could stop it. I looked away, my jaw tightened. The heaviness in my chest increased. It's just business. Seeing him with another girl shouldn't affect me like this. Then why does it feel like this? I looked again. He said something, and Siana laughed. My heart felt like it was on fire, not loud, not dramatic, but painfully aware. "A beautiful lady like you doesn't look good sitting so quietly alone while everyone else is dancing." Brooke approached me, his voice sliding through the music like silk. He extended his hand slightly, head tilted, smile charming and confident.

He watched her silently for a long moment, and she tugged her shirt down again, drawing his gaze to her belly. Under the weight of his eyes, that scant inch of exposed flesh seemed outrageously intimate. She covered it instinctively with her hand. His hazel gaze dragged slowly up her body, lingering appreciatively at her breast. She stared back , fascinated by the stark, elegant planes and angles of his face. The flames of the campfires flickered and danced hypnotically in his eyes.

He replied. I smiled, “Smart man. Well it was good to meet you, I am headed to Maine and I have three hours still to drive so I better get going.” I said. “It was good to finally meet you in person, Snow. You are every bit as beautiful as they say, if not more.” Shane replied. “Thank you.” I said and flashed him a million dollar smile while walking out the door. Hunters were connected through a vast network and it wasn’t uncommon to run into each other out and about. Still, it gets me when they know my name and I've never seen them before. In all these years it still surprises me.

The little restraint I had left was completely out of the hook. My body is burning and it's screaming for a release and this woman right here under me is the only one who could put off the fire. I tugged at the hemline of her shirt to pull it out from her.

And now Marcus had returned, carrying the flame that once tried to consume them all. Grace excused herself, needing air, needing space to breathe. She stepped onto the balcony that overlooked the city. The skyline glittered, indifferent to the wars of men who thought themselves kings. She wrapped her arms around herself. Every time she tried to distance her heart from Damien, something pulled her closer his pain, his honesty, the cracks in his armor that only she seemed allowed to see. A buzz from her phone snapped her from her thoughts. She frowned. The number was unknown. Against her better judgment, she opened the message.