Dabi And Hawk Novels & Stories

That is my dream. We get there and laugh and joke about Dylan dating Melissa. It’s nice to see him happy. I show him some of the new things me and Jen have been working on. Dylan smiled at me. “Do you know Jen is a Harris Hawk? They are known as the wolves of the sky, as they are so sociable. They usually hunt and live in groups. I read a book on them recently.” I just stared at my big brother. “You read some crap, don’t you?” We both burst out laughing. “But no, I didn’t know any of that. Maybe that’s why we get along so well. We’re loners. We’re both separate from the pack.”

Drake’s eyes went cold and dangerous as Dillon appeared in his mind. Alpha... rouges and hunters!’ Dillon was upset. “They started to attack,” he said. “Welcome them, Dillon.” It was the key to making our defenses solid and stable, “he instructed. “Let those inferior creatures burn in ashes.” Drake crumpled his fists; his jaw clenched, and he glanced at the door when it suddenly opened, and Emily welcomed him, anxious and scared. “A-Drake...” “I know, they started the war...” “I’m beyond prepared for that, my stray,” he said viciously.

I said out loud as I turned around to leave, the others right behind me. "Damian and I linked the warriors to follow our scents ... " Jay started to explain as we raced to the porch, only to come to a sudden halt. There Dub was, standing in the front yard completely engulfed in flames as he stomped his front hooves impatiently. "He's an Aethon, let's go!" Izzy yelled out to hurry us along. Damian, Jay, and I quickly shifted into our wolves as Dub led the way into the woods. Our nails dug deeply into the soil to try to keep up with the fiery horse while Izzy and Mia evanesced along with us.

, Henry stuttered. " You wanted me to keep updated with one month old news. Woah! ", Damion taunted Henry. Damion, the second biggest dangerous man after Abeer in the Mafia world. He always tried to snatch that first position from Abeer but never got a chance for that. He doesn't believe in kindness neither in saying that have patience and time will show you the result. He believes in deciding on the spot and get the result as soon as possible. There is no point in waiting for miracle and that something finally good happens to a person after struggling and facing a lot of hurdles in their life.

he said. “Booker.” Hawk gave him a chin lift and then turned to me again. “What’s your name, babe?” “She’s with me,” Booker said. I reached out my hand. “I’m Dani.” “Dani.” Hawk took my hand and gave me a sexy smile. “You’re good with kids.” “Thanks. I love kids.” “What’s your story?” he asked. “I don’t have a story.” I smiled. “I’m pretty boring.” “I doubt that,” he said, still holding my hand.

Then he leaned in and kissed her—slow, deliberate, cutting off whatever she might have said next. When he pulled back, his hand came up to cup her face. “I’m Hawk.” He held her gaze, steady, leaving no room for doubt. “The eyes of the Petrovs everywhere… and everything connected to them.” The meaning settled in, heavy and undeniable. Cassie barely had time to process it—before he pulled her in and claimed her lips again. ****tbc****

Hawk continued, “My initial reason for going after Diana was to avenge Claude. He’s my twin, after all.” “When he was alive, I never once helped him,” Hawk continued, his tone strangely introspective. “Hearing of his death… it bothered me, made me feel I owed him something. If people knew we were brothers, they’d probably call me a disgrace of one.” Then, shifting his focus back to her, he added with a smirk, “As for you… well, I’ve been single for nearly thirty years. Figured it was time to find a partner. After looking around, I realized no one else caught my eye—only you. With our combined strength, your enemies would have nowhere to hide. Why don’t you consider it?”

"Makes you stupid enough to die for someone else." The comment might have been meant as humor, but there was no laughter in the waiting room. Every man present understood the weight of what had happened—their war with the Diamondbacks was over, Venom was dead, and their territory was secure. But the cost might be the life of the woman who had made it all possible. "Prez," Hawk said quietly, approaching with a tablet in his hands. "You need to see this."

But I could hit a target at close range. Good enough. "They're here," Hawk's voice came through the radio. He was supposed to be in the hospital but he'd checked himself out against medical advice. Now he was on the roof with his good arm, rifle ready. Ruby stood beside me. She also had a gun. She was a better shot than me. "How many?" Jackson asked into his own radio. "Twenty. No, wait. Thirty. Shit, there's more coming." Hawk sounded worried. "Boss, they brought serious firepower."

“We just need to throw her out. I'm not ready to trade the peace of this club for that chicken.” "Chicken?" I muttered, my voice dropping. "Chicken is better than Rat," Hawk said, defending Raven. “Seriously?” “Yes,” Raven said. She walked over to Hawk and snatched the cigarette right out of his mouth. She took a long drag, her eyes locked on mine. "I thought you quit," I said. "I did," she said, blowing smoke. "But that... that pipsqueak is making me heat up." “Pipsqueak.” "Daisy," I leaned back, correcting her again. I knew she wouldn’t listen, but being the only woman in this club, she had a special place in my heart and she knew it, and misused it sometimes.