Hank Fanart Novels & Stories

he grinned. Karen released herself. “Thank you,” she mumbled even though she knew he hadn't done anything worth thanking for. Mr Hank cleared his throat awkwardly. His eyes scanned Karen up and down in a lustful manner. “Erm, Miss Karen. If you don't mind, how about we grab a drink and then I drive you home?” “Thanks for the offer but my answer is no.” Karen turned for the exit only for Mr Hank to grab her hand. Karen stopped and tilted her head at him in disgust

He nodded. Hunter bit him, waited for the twitching to stop, then bit his own hand and offered his blood. The man staggered to his feet. Mid-thirties, decent looking. “You saved me,” he said. “I’m Hank.” “Hank, you know how to be loyal?” Hunter asked. Hank nodded. “Then you’re with me. Let’s go.” N&S Company

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.

Terry’s left hand landed on Hank’s chest. His powerful energy tore through Han’s shirt like a sharp claw, leaving five deep scars on his chest as blood was spilled into the air. Hank flew toward the back and crashed into a pillar. “What a fool!”

It pulses once, like a heartbeat. I swallow hard. Strange things have always happened when I’m upset, lights flickering, books falling, dreams that feel too real, but this feels different. Like the pendant is reacting to something out there. Or calling to it. The fog thins as we turn onto a narrow road lined with lanterns shaped like pumpkins. They sway even though there’s no wind. “Hallow’s Edge goes all out for Halloween,” Ms. Carter says cheerfully. “Biggest festival in the county. You’ll be here just in time.”

“I do want to kill him” All the vampires who had been called to this meeting had arrived, so Jacob Saunders stood. Just like Samson, he was also tall, but his hair was blonde and long, and he usually left it to fall down down his neck to his shoulders. Today, he had it tied in a knot at the back of his head. He wore a pair of jeans and his shirt was unbuttoned, showing off his broad chest. His eyes were blue, giving him an icy, remorseless look.

"This stops now." "Come on, bro," Hank said with a lazy smile. "Don't tell me you're going soft over some random girl." "I'm telling you that Cayden is going to lose his mind if he sees this." Hades pulled off his jacket. "You know how he feels about public scenes that make our family look bad." That seemed to give Hank pause. "Fine. We're done here anyway." He stepped closer to me, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Consider this a warning. Stay away from me and my family, or next time will be worse."

Hank questioned, his expression vicious. "Everything happened exactly as you predicted, sir! This bitch set up a trap for me!" Natalie's expression shifted. Finally, the true mastermind behind Hank showed up. A grating cackle rang out, and a short, hideous man emerged from the shadows. Half of his face looked like it had already rotted. It was a pretty gruesome sight. "Greetings, sir!" Hank said as he bowed to the man, who was only about three feet tall. "Who are you!" Natalie questioned.

Just as I was about to try again, another hand reached past me from behind and plucked the packet from the shelf. “Here you go.” I turned around, surprised by the man who’d helped me. He was tall with broad shoulders and bright eyes. “Thank you,” I said, accepting the packet. “My pleasure.” His gaze lingered on me for just a moment before he smiled again. “You know, you’re beautiful.” I blinked. Straight to the point. “I… thank you.” “I’m Hank.” Of course you are. His grin widened as though he’d read my thoughts. “I’m guessing…” He nodded toward the end of the aisle. “…that’s your mother.”

What made him so sure? Prophecy? Sienna looked at Hank and suddenly asked, “What’s your last name?” “Colden.” Hank was heartbroken. They participated in the variety program together and had spent at least a day and night together, but Sienna did not even know his last name? Was his sense of presence really so low? Sienna asked again, “The Colden family from Scofflaint?” This time it was Hank’s turn to be surprised. “Oh? How did you know that?”