Chuck Hansen Novels & Stories

ANDRES SANTOS what a marvelous name for our newborn son. -Helena This is impossible to be continued...

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

We needed answers. "That was Mr. Dechart and his men. He's a billionaire who is involved in criminal activities. I owe him $100,000 but I don't have the money." Questions came to me at once. Why was dad involved with this man? Who was he? Why was he doing this? "How did you get involved with him?" Hunter asked and we sat down in the chairs facing dad.

My hands trembled where they rested against the desk, my chest rising and falling with a fury I hadn’t let myself feel in years. I walked toward the window, my stomach churning with anger as I fought back my own pain. It wasn’t until the door opened, and Nolan’s scent was the one thing that grounded me when I didn’t think I needed him…

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.

"Alright! Kid, please help me adjust my internal energy!" Hansen spoke eagerly, sitting on the ground with the bottle before him. Chad nodded, took out a needle, and was about to begin when Hansen interrupted him. "No, this time, I'm going to break through and forcibly reverse my ascent. This is against the natural order and will result in punishment from the heavens."

Chuck Montgo continued painting, and Asher stood quietly by the side without saying another word. It wasn't until fifteen minutes later that the elderly gentleman put down his paintbrush and glanced at his grandson. His gaze seemed like he was looking at someone, yet at the same time, it appeared as if he wasn't looking at anything. There was no trace of impatience on his refined face, and his posture was upright. That was the typical stance of a Montgo family member. Chuck Montgo couldn't help but sigh. Among his three grandsons, the one standing before him was the most difficult to understand because he seemed to be thinking about nothing at all.

Holy shit, is he about to…? I hear the pop of the cap on the shampoo, confirming my suspicion. Chase Walker is about to wash my hair. Is this real life? Somebody pinch me. A sigh slips from my throat as his fingers sink into my scalp, massaging the shampoo into suds as my eyes slide closed. “Mmm…”

"This indeed is problematic...sister. I don't understand this but I assume all of this happened to Lady Athena once..." "Her dairy may help us..." he spoke. "Her dairy has no such thing, Father." "Then we have to search for Lord Czar's journals..." he answered twitching his lips. "Cousin, I might have the solution to the problem..." Debrah said in hushed tones. "And what is that?" "I have met a monk...in Russia. He knows about all the witches and the wolves and he knows about the humans mating with wolves and producing a hybrid." "I believe if I bring him and let him check our sister in law...he might be of any use to us."

I nod agreeing with him before guiding Bonnie over to where my brothers are standing just in time for Shane's return. “Please tell me you didn't start without me?” He asks as he wipes sweat from his forehead. He's run back here the eager bastard. “Don't worry bro, we left two for you to witness.” Will Churps. He always loves to wind one of us up. “Why? Why would you start without me?” I bark out a laugh at the sheer disappointment that's on his face along with most of the men in the room. Even Bonnie has a little smirk on her face that I find cute as fuck.