Hannah Aot の小説・ストーリー

Later that day, I sat at home, watching various news videos of the Acceptance Ceremony. “Luna Hannah has outperformed herself today with her warm reception of Zoe, Alpha Noah’s former fated mate, and Zoe’s son, Adam,” one news anchor declared. “She has shown herself to be the picture of grace and poise. I know that I wouldn’t have handled such a situation so tactfully.”

Hannah took up the glass and lifted it to her lips. “You shouldn’t go around looking for me, Ronan.” She said firmly, her eyes moving quickly. “I don’t want anyone finding out who I am.” “You mean aside from me and Atlas?” She froze, a cough escaping her lungs as she placed the glass noisily on the table. Air seemed to vanish from her lungs, choking the shit out of her. Ronan just exhaled, still not able to believe what he was confirming. “Don’t—” she coughed. “Don’t say that name out loud.” She said, taking a deep breath.

“I understand that you don’t want people to know that you mated a whore and you don’t even remember it.” “Ana, that’s not-“ “How is everything?” Hannah’s falsely cheery voice asked through the door. “Do you need me to check anything?” Anais had pulled on her own shirt and pants by then and she turned around. “These are fine, Atlas. We can go.” She moved to open the door and Hannah stepped back. She looked right over Anais and straight to Atlas. “How did everything fit, Alpha Hawke?” she asked him. Anais kept her eyes downcast as Atlas answered.

**Avery's POV** The weekend is finally here, and I can hardly contain my excitement. Hannah and Sandra have been my biggest cheerleaders, and I’m so grateful to have met Hannah. She’s such a charming person, and I feel lucky to have her in my life. They practically forced me to ditch Gideon and go dress shopping for our visit to his family after school on Friday. Hannah met us at the store since she doesn’t attend the same school as us; she’s busy pursuing her dream of becoming a chef, and I can’t blame her—her father is an amazing cook.

“Does Ariana know of this yet?” “No, both Donatello and Katerina believe that it would be best to keep it from her until the gala. They would eventually see one another, that is for sure; however, it would be in a smarter way and we won’t have to deal with Ariana trying to stop it” I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket “Anthony would be knowing about it soon though, but the closer it is to the gala’s time, the better it would be. He wouldn’t have time to stop it, and even if he does tell Ariana, the woman would be helpless to that part” “Let’s just hope that things really do go as planned this time. The dickhead has eyes and ears everywhere, and needless to say, he never does attend any

“See? My evil plan is already working.” “You’ve got the evil part right,” Hannah said, putting the car back into gear and backing out of the parking space. “And I’m calling Owen and having him meet me at the curb. I think I’ve had all the streetwalker-Scarlett fun I can handle for one day.”

Hivo said a little shyly. "Hi, Hivo. Do you know me?" Hannah asked. "No but I saw you last night in our room. I wasn't able to talk to you because I'm sleepy. I'm sorry." Aw! My baby is so adorable! It makes me proud to be his mother. "It's okay darling. By the way, I am your aunt, Hannah." "You're so pretty Aunt Hannah. My name is Hivo." My son answered enthusiastically and when I looked at Hannah she was already looking at me.

“Mrs Caldwell is very particular about the searches. It’s to make sure we’re not taking anything into the quarters that shouldn’t be there.” “Hmm,” I mused. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. My name is Hannah by the way, but we mostly go by last names, so call me Morgan.” Hannah Morgan. The name sounded familiar. Paired with her faded blonde hair that was almost white and her tanned skin, it could only mean one thing. “You’re from…?” “Sleepy Hollow. Same as you. I know your sister. It’s sad what happened to her. I believe it must’ve been a big misunderstanding. Aria would never steal.”

Hannah POV It took Hannah 20 minutes to shower, she was now stood in her closet donning on a pair of forest green skinny jeans with a dark green with burgundy floral patterned short sleeved peter pan collared peplum top. She had towel dried her waist length dark tresses to the point that they were almost dry and had applied on some moisturizer. Hannah need not wear any makeup as she was blessed with a natural rosy blush, soft pink luscious lip and long thick eyelashes that coated her almond eyes giving the effect of an eyeliner, which winged out at the corners defining them to look like cat eyes.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.