Dabi X Reader X Hawks Novels & Stories

“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.

Hunter's deep voice reverberates from his throat, and I gulp. The tension wafting through the air is thick and suffocating. I drop my eyes to the ground, wishing for it to just open up and swallow me whole so I could get the hell out of here. "The person I want to talk to is Ava," Axl says coldly. I don't know how long they stood there and glared daggers at each other before I felt Hunter lower himself down to my height. His breath hot on my neck. It sends a pleasurable sensation across my skin, spreading deliciously down the in between of my thighs..

AUTHOR POV Anthony, Damien’s father, was engrossed in his study room, surrounded by shelves filled with books and artefacts. The room exuded an air of mystery and knowledge. As he delved into his work, his phone suddenly vibrated, interrupting the silence. Curiosity piqued, he glanced at the caller ID and swiftly picked up the phone. "Hazel, is there a problem?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern. Hazel, a witch known for her extraordinary abilities to predict the future and see things beyond the ordinary, was on the other end of the line.

Wasting no time, Arabelle crawled towards the hole to escape at the piled branches. She successfully manages her way out, she stands up as soon as possible despite the fact that she was fully covered in scratches and dirt. She turned around and saw the five massive hawks pecking all over her blazer; they were now starting to fight with one another. Shivering in terror, the maiden forced herself to move her legs running away from this cast of hawks.

I replied, my words with bite. I glanced over at Dagger, whose expression was much the same. Anyone would’ve thought he looked bored by what he was hearing if it weren’t for the feathering in his jaw that gave him away. Returning my attention to Hawk, I shoved the gun harder into his temple, then withdrew it. Holding the gun down my thigh, I waited for him to spill more of his secrets. Men like Hawk—a hustler and a thief—always had more secrets to spill. “Why did you go to Sanderson for that money?”

The grey wolf shifted and suddenly there was a man standing there instead. In his Thirties maybe, with the same scars marking his skin that had marked his fur. He leaned back against a tree and just looked at me, like he had all the time in the world. "You should shift back," he said. "Being human out here, that's asking for trouble. Though I guess you're in trouble either way." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Who are you?" "Finn. No pack. No ties. Just me." He studied my face. "And you're Dian Drake. The rejected mate everyone's suddenly so curious about."

It did not pass my eyes that Nathalia was eyeing Hawk intently and looked like she was drooling at him. Couldn't blame her. Hawk had that effect on women. Including you? Well, let's just say that I was already immune to him. “I think I’m going to stay here, Mr. Calcifer. I’m good here. We can stay here as long as you want.” She extended her hand to Hawk. “The name is Nathalia Wright. And you are?” Hawk stared at the woman’s hands. “Hawk,” he answered curtly and shifted his attention to Calcifer, dismissing the woman. “How are you, Mr. Calcifer?”

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home. Stepping out the door was Wade Roberto,"Daisy Hunter, remember it's twenty billion dollars." He muttered and blew kisses in the air and left the office. Daisy Hunter stared askance at him as her thoughts raced. 'Why did Wade Roberto choose me out of all the ladies at the office?' 'Why would he be offering such a huge amount of money for a two year marriage contract?' This and many more thoughts raced through the mind of Daisy Hunter as if she had stepped into a convoluted maze with no clear path forward.

Darien smiled back at him. “Wait until the refreshments come,” he said. That was enough to spark Zach’s excitement. He took his phone out and opened the ebook reader. He really wanted to finish the Damien Black story he had started two days before. There had been too much to do at work the previous day to find time to read the final draft. He opened up the ebook store and searched for the book. Darien leaned over to look at his screen. “...Are you a fan of Damien Black?” he asked hesitantly.