Hank Fanart Novels & Stories

Even if his wife did manage to get a hold of the production company, the chances of her doing it in time to save him from this one were slim to none. Henry’s comments in the press having been more than a little threatening, Rome had decided to start bringing security with him, so rather than grabbing a rideshare that morning, he’s ridden in with one of his bodyguards, Hank, also known as The Tank, and had asked the man to stick around, for at least a day or two. Ella had insisted she was fine with the people they had left at the house. Charles had basically become her personal security guard anyway, so he felt confident she would be okay. A glance at The Tank let him know he would be, too. T

That's what she loves about him. Hank "Grizzly" DeVine has decorated his home to give that homey atmosphere. Hank gave Papa a big bear hug, just like the name he was given. Hank stood tall as Papa but much more prominent and muscular with those guns. He could bend a metal pipe, and I've seen it happen. This guy was like a real grizzly bear. Once he took one look at me, his expression turned weird, his cheeks flushed, with that same genetically goofy face, and he rushed to lift me like the child the last time he saw and cuddle me like a doll. He acts like that around cute girls. Hank always wanted to have a daughter, and seeing me feels like I am to him. And that didn't bother me at all.

Anna stood and watched, her pants undone, open, and unzipped, with her hand down the front. "I love watching you strip, Dad," she said. Hank shoved his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them as he answered, "I like that we got away. It's nice to help folks, but it's cutting into the family fun." Hank stood in just his white briefs, his erection filling the front and the head peeking out of the waistband. Anna slid her jeans down and kicked them off, leaving only her pink thong. She was a younger version of Melody.

she said, as if that explained everything. The most surprising news came from Hank. He’d been offered a small, prestigious gallery show in the city. Not of his seascapes, but of his “keeper” carvings—the birdhouse, the sleeping dog, the intricate knots, the tiny, perfect chickadee. “Said they speak to a ‘quietly radical domesticity,’” Hank reported, scowling. “Whatever that means.” “It means they’re good, you old goat,” Lanc said, a real fondness in his voice. “Sell ‘em for a fortune. Buy a faster boat.”

“Hank is a big man with a strong self-esteem, but he actually feels remorseful for hitting you that day. We’re also wrong for taking his side. You should compromise and bring him back. Forget that it ever happened and continue to live a happy life like you always have.” As soon as Serenity opened the door, she heard Mrs. Brown persuading her sister. Chelsea said, “Liberty, you should watch out for another woman stealing your husband if you keep giving Hank the cold shoulder. Hank is young and has a promising future. He’s quite handsome and looks like a bachelor. Many young women have a thing for mature men like him with a successful career.” Hank was a manager with a five-figure basic monthl

“Hey Hank. Meet my friend Kieran. It’s his first time here so give him the first timer special. You know the one you guys gave me.” Kieran looked at her quizzically but didn’t think anything of it. Hank the bartender came back with a metal tumbler filled with a cedar like color next to it there a plate of deep-fried rings. He took a bite of the rings and chewed. It took a few minutes of chewing to realize there were suckers sticking to the inside of his cheek. He didn’t want to be rude so he went to drink the liquid in the cup. It was awful, a strong alcohol that he couldn’t place. His taste buds were angry at the offending food and drink. Closing his eyes and scrunching up his face he did h

I have a few scars caused by this fucking thing. The door opened, and the same man as before, Hank, marched down. He was older, fatter, even more gross looking now. Time has not been kind to him. As he went to stomp past me, I quickly stepped out of his way to avoid that disapparating feeling. He leaned over Zee’s body and smacked her across the face a couple of times.

Cause mayhem. Hank has a pep in his step today, and all I see in his dead eyes are dollar signs. He won’t make a cent out of me and he certainly won’t live past tonight. From what the brothers have been saying, well, the ones who are excited about this. They have mentioned that this auction doesn’t just auction off men, women, and children. No, they auction exotics. Not your normal auction for drugs and guns. No, they auction animals.

She read through an email response she received from Love Self Esteem, stating their only collaborate with companies advertising famine hygiene products and they are not currently interested in the fashion industry. Hank enters the conference room with a structured brown leather briefcase in one arm and a slim leather portfolio beneath the other arm. He is wearing a textured teal blue blazer tailored close to the body, featuring notch lapels, flap pockets, and a fitted silhouette. Beneath the blazer he is wearing a dark navy waistcoat layered over a crisps white dress shirt. A dark burgundy tie completes his formal ensemble. His trousers are slim-fitting and dark navy, tailored with a clean,

Hank had arrived! Everyone's hearts were in their throats. Hank wore shiny leather shoes and a black blazer. He had sunglasses on, and when he appeared at the door to the private room, he exuded a powerful energy. Ten lackeys dressed in black suits stood reverentially behind him. "We're doomed!" There was a ringing in Cecilia's ears. Koda immediately rushed over to Hank and greeted him with reverence, "My leader!" "Mr. Jart!"