Dabi X Hawks 18 Novels & Stories

the lady said opening the glass box that had the bag for display. She took it out and sent some other person to get the second one. “hermes bag" "How much is it?" Mia asked once the second one have been brought. It was two different colors. Purple and blue. "My best color is blue" Delilah squeeled in joy. "Mine is purple. Seems like God did this for us on purpose. Please give me the price for it quickly" “A Hermes bag latest?” someone said from behind them. It was Chelsea Hawkins.

Adam smiled with real pleasure and obeyed her dismissal. Adrienne squeezed her eyes shut tightly but upon the pink-gray insides of her eyelids shadows arose. Images of being held between the Hawk's rock-hard thighs, wrapped in arms that were bands of steel. His voice murmuring her name over and over, calling her back, commanding her back. Demanding that she live. Whispering words of what? What had he said? "She lives, Lord Buzzard-" "Hawk" "Both birds of prey. What difference?" "A buzzard is a scavenger. A hawk selects his kill as carefully as a falcon. Stalks it with the same unerring con-viction. And fails as frequently which is never."

While Xander was in a bad mood and almost mourning not being able to freely communicate with Lee, another man was having the time of his life laughing at the highlights on the news. Smoke filled the room as he blew the smoke remnant from his cigarette into the air making ring patterns in the process. He twirled in his chair laughing like a maniac who had just escaped from a metal asylum. This was no other than Dax. The number one rival of Alexander. He hated anything and everything good about Xander. If he couldn't steal it or acquire it by force then he would try to make it appear bad in the eyes of the public. Despite being a petty man, he was a good businessman who was a real devil when

Vic says as he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip. “Three blades strapped to my thing and a small hand gun to my other thigh” I tell him doing the same and taking a sip of my wine. As we go finish speaking the chef personally comes out with our plates. “Count four Cartel, spider tattoos, Diabla will be heading your way in twenty” he bows his head and smiles. Then he laughs and jokes while making a show of explaining our meals to us. I had expected a night out with my husband to be but in this world I guess that wishful thinking.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

a Dax. Kids that had been in the hallway inside were now coming outside to see what was going on. Ray and Hawk yelled at them as they worked together to pull them apart. Dirt and dust filled the air as they dragged both teens across the ground away from each other. Hank was redder than red in the cheeks. “What the hell is this about?” Hawk shouted angrily as he dragged his son up on his feet. Ray did the same with Dax. “Dax?” Dax snatched off his hooded mask. His cheeks were just as fiery red as Hank’s.

Draken stood among Xander and Azure. Nannies were taking care of little Sarah and Nathan. "He's teaching me how to be fast in sparring. Well, the attitude comes from you, Hunter. Don't act so surprised." She muttered and he narrowed his eyes on her. "I can see the decent bones in you rebelling," He pointed. She passed him a cheeky grin. "It's called freedom, Hunter. And it is deliciously tempting." She mused and he flicked her forehead again. She legit stopped the sudden attack but he was too damn fast and landed the hit.

Becca's POV I saw myself running. Running from Adams and his sick game. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, my eyes wide and my legs moving as fast as they could. I heard, rather than saw, the arrow whiz past me and lodge in a tree bark. The woods was too big! I would never get to the road on time. "Seven!" he yelled. I had played hide and seek countless times and I knew it wasn't played this way. Somehow, Adams had twisted my favorite game into something deadly.

Drake. ‘Where are you, my stray?’ "Still in the forest, we stopped." ‘What? Why?!’ Drake sounded mad. "Dillon senses the rouges and hunters roaming around the forest." She replied. She heard Drake cursing again and again. "Change your route," he ordered. Go to the left wing of the forest; my trusted wolves are there, waiting for you. Tell Dillon about it; he knows the way in there.’ Emily nods her head. "Dillon, change the route, left-wing of the forest."

“Fourteen!” “Seventeen!” Dante doesn’t move until the room quiets. Then he lifts his hand lazily. “Twenty.” The crowd stirs. A few others try to push the price higher, but Dante doesn’t even blink. Finally, the hammer falls. SOLD ! For twenty million naira to Mr. Dante Morelli. Applause. Cameras. Whispers. Amara stares at him, that calm, controlled expression masking something far deeper. Loss. Love. Maybe both.