Mariah Hanson Novels & Stories

Lucky them. Grabbing a packet of chocolate and a tin of diet coke, I walked pass the group of dorks who were busy eating whilst talking about god knows what. Escaping my regular table, I sat in the far left corner, opposite to them. I placed a pair of earphones in my ears, the song---If only by Dove Cameron blasting through it. Suddenly my peace was interrupted by a manipulative bitch. Arching an eyebrow, I tried to read the words that sprouted out of her mouth.

Maria raised her hand, interrupting me before I could speak, which only made me more annoyed. I glared at her fiercely, but she remained unfazed, continuing her monologue. "No matter how many wonderful memories Louis and I shared in the past, it's now history. I am now Prince Liam's wife and Prince Chris's mother. I am not as ruthless as Evans, thinking it's normal to force a woman to marry her deceased husband's brother. Such unethical behavior will surely be punished by the Moon Goddess." Perhaps it was mentioning her son Chris that made Maria's tone genuinely sincere at this moment.

Christina joined the girls and turned out to win in victory. She faced towards Hanson with an adoring look on her face and asked him with respectfully, "May I call you Hanson?" Hanson nodded. This made her smile with charming eyes that curved into a crescent moon. "Hanson, let's sing Sparrow's Nest, shall we?" she asked with delight. "Sure," said Hanson, while he forced a subtle smile on the corners of his mouth. He couldn't care less about anything that was happening in that moment. When they started to sing, their voices were melodious and sang in perfect unison. Christina was the Queen of Pop Music in their university, and she had an angelic voice. Hanson was clearly swayed from her voice

“I don’t know what happened, please forgive me!” “No worries.” Mariah said calmly. “It happens.” She was short, standing about 5 foot tall, and her shoulder length hair was dyed a deep red and pulled back to the nape of her neck. Beside her was a taller man, about 5 foot 9 but he was bulky, his shoulders were broad, and his arms were crossed. His hair was cut in a buzz, giving him a more intimidating demeanor. “This is Brian, by the way. He is coming with us for extra protection.”