Antipathy Hank Novels & Stories

The human version of Hulk as the announcer had called him. He stared at me with bloodshot eyes, like a predator ready to devour its prey. He had eliminated four men before me. I was the last guy on the list since my entry came late. I hadn't planned on going to fight but after Kris shut me out, I needed to take my anger out on something or particularly someone. I'd never been good with anger management. When vexed, someone dies. It's how I'd been trained. The bell went off signalling for the fight to start. Hulk charged at me and a smile broke out of my face.

, Aroon was stammering horribly and was cut in middle by Oak. "But what..? I wonder what's with you. Why are you stammering? Just tell it man. I am not going to tell anyone." "Ok..I will tell you.", Aroon took a deep breathe and looked at Oak. "He is my biggest enemy." "Okay...Reason?", Oak asked without any particular emotion in his face. "Reason...? You want to know the reason? ok, I will tell you. Because he..The Kim fucking Tanawat lives in my home and calls my father 'Dad' ", Aroon spitted.

“Listen here, you little bitch…” That was it. That was the very moment I lost every ounce of grace I’d managed to muster for these people on McKenzie’s behalf. I pulled McKenzie back, and, just as I was about to set her aside and knock the stuffing out of Hank, Hoot stormed over and gave Hank a punch to the gut. I could tell what Hoot had done could have felled thirty men. Concentrated just on Hank? The beer-bellied, balding bastard went down like a sack of potatoes, groaning and holding his stomach.

Hank’s voice was hoarse, and his tone was indignant as he asked, “Who are you?” “Kayson Yarde,” answered Kayson. Hank looked like he recalled something before he widened his eyes. “The Kayson Yarde who defeated Steelification Doyen?” Kayson nodded. It seemed like the lights went out on Hank as he muttered bitterly, “My defeat is justified then…” “Since you know me, how do you plan to resolve this?” asked Kayson. Hank replied, “My son is in the wrong for offending you, but his mistake doesn’t warrant a death sentence. Please, spare his life, Mr. Yarde. You can name any condition!”

Hade looked up at me, tears slipping down his face, raw and unfiltered. "Hank snapped; that was the first time I saw him mad—not just mad, but burning mad. I suddenly felt like I was standing beside a stranger. He yelled, asking Dad if everything he had done for us was still not enough. Why did he have to take all the responsibility just because he was the oldest? I understood his point, but then he suddenly faced me and grabbed my shirt." Hade shut his eyes tightly. His body shook. I felt a pang of sorrow for both Hade and Hank; they were too young to carry such weight.

Hank tells them as they walk to the ballroom. “It will happen, son,” Milo assures him. They walk into the ballroom and Hank sniffs the air deeply. He frowns as nothing draws him. “It will happen when it’s supposed to,” Sandra hugs Hank's arm. Hank had grown into a huge Alpha. He is 6’2” with crazy curly blonde hair and his mother’s brown eyes. Milo often looks at him with a ping of pain. His features are very close to Lucius. Milo’s greatest fear has always been that Oliver, Hank, or even Terry, could betray each other. Seeing so much of Lucius in Hank makes his heart hurt.

Soft, smooth, and lullaby worthy. “Oh, look. That’s Beth,” Hank said. My head jerked up. He brought a glass of wine to his lips, and I expertly pried it from him. “You know her?” I asked. He frowned at the glass in my hand. “Don’t you think you have had more than enough for tonight, Hank?” The other men laughed. I knew none of them but Hank. But they were all humans like him. Hank used to be my second favorite human until Mr. Parker died.

I protested, yanking off his habd from mine, while he grunted in discomfort, pulling at me. I pulled away, prying the door, it was locked, it wouldn’t open, “Just shut up!” He yelled pulling at me, struggling. I saw his hand reach for my phone once more, I quickly sunk my teeth into his flesh, hearing him make a loud moan in pain gave me just as much satisfaction.

Yes, he deemed Jace a pervert. Somewhere in the hospital, the pervert Jace sneezed as they made their way to Flynn. “Who is talking ill of my angel like boss?” said Xander as his voice dripped of honey, sounding so sweet that it made XD shiver. “Angel like? Are you mocking me, Xander?” asked XD sounding like the menace he was. “Oh no, no . . ., I uh. meant uh” sputtered Xander as he looked for an excuse and unable to find a reasonable one.

Her eyes, wide but unblinking, held a strange mix of fear and calculation, like she was looking at a venomous snake calculating if it was about to strike. Her gaze trembled at the edges, but never left him—sharp, cautious, trying not to provoke, yet silently asking: What have you become? And beneath it all, a flicker of something colder—like her soul was beginning to retreat, slowly building a wall behind her stare, like she was looking at something dangerous. He saw it. And it infuriated him. “I hate it!!!. I hate it when you look at me like that!!.” He rammed his fists on the table and yelled. Bianca shook, but tried to remain calm.