Hancock Comic Books Novels & Stories

"Did you draw this? She asks in a weak voice. He nodded, and he let go of his baseball bat and sat beside her. "Amazing." She mumbles. He smiled, "You think that's amazing. Check this one out," he said while handing her another notebook. "It's a comic. I made it. It's about a crime-solving detective like Sherlock Holmes, but mine is French. The name is Hank Devereaux, and he has a dog named Yoda." He explains enthusiastically. She smiled, and he noticed her eyes finally conveyed emotion. His heart was filled with delight.

It suited him. He had almond-shaped, close-set eyes. Just like Hade. The elevator dinged. Before stepping out, Hank gave me a quick glance. The door shut. Then, Hade stepped in beside me, arms crossed, examining my face. I took a better look at him—curly Korean perm, Roman nose, wide lips. "I’m going to Arrow Publishing," I announced. He blinked at me, confused. "And then what?" Hade asked, leaning close as I showed him the email on my phone. His jaw dropped, eyes scanning the screen like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Don’t look at me. You’ve always been a pain in my ass.” Gavin popped him lightly on the shoulder. To Hank, he said, “You read much?” The big man shrugged. “Some. I talk rough, but that’s just my way. I read, yeah.” Gavin grabbed the satchel sitting on the stool next to him, unzipped it and rummaged through its contents. “What do you read, Hank?” Hank smiled. “Favor Robert E. Howard an Dashall Hammit myself.”

I looked at the flowers that May planted, they look beautiful and the sun helps them to shine more. I tap my fingers through the table because I know that I am getting closer to that memory, somehow I remember something… I remembered the last comic that I have read that was entitled the villain should rest forever, I was shocked by the fact that there was Mr.Hendrick in that comic. As if I was struck by lightning, my body wasn’t able to move. I now remember where I saw Mr.Hendrick! He is in that comic! “Oh my gosh…” He is that male lead! The one that I love the most in the comic! Oh my gosh!

I rifled through my sketchbook, praying he left me alone like everyone else had. "I know you can draw. It's so beautiful. What's that? " he asked pointing at my newest sketch. I shut the book, sliding it out of his reach. I glared at him, not quite used to anyone disturbing me. He met my gaze coolly. " Ah! Where are my manners? " he said. I mumbled, "probably in your half eaten sandwich". He smiled. "Who knew you had a sense of humour? My name is Matthew. L. Henderson." I rolled my eyes, not caring I was sitting next to the mayor's son. He cocked his head, clearly waiting for me to introduce myself like the lady I wasn't.