Hank Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

"Agent Armstrong, meeting you in person exceeds my expectations. Welcome to Blumedale!" Hank wore a well-tailored suit with Hannah on his arm, looking quite dapper. He chuckled and replied, "Ms. Driscoll, you're equally surprising to me. You prove that women can match any man. I'm truly impressed!" Scarlett's eyes drifted to the young woman beside him. "Ms. Keller, the two of you are…" Hannah smiled proudly. "I'm dating Hank, of course. We're a couple!"

Hank tells them as they walk to the ballroom. “It will happen, son,” Milo assures him. They walk into the ballroom and Hank sniffs the air deeply. He frowns as nothing draws him. “It will happen when it’s supposed to,” Sandra hugs Hank's arm. Hank had grown into a huge Alpha. He is 6’2” with crazy curly blonde hair and his mother’s brown eyes. Milo often looks at him with a ping of pain. His features are very close to Lucius. Milo’s greatest fear has always been that Oliver, Hank, or even Terry, could betray each other. Seeing so much of Lucius in Hank makes his heart hurt.

We were silent throughout Camilla’s tour of her not-so-humble abode, but when we saw that ungodly statue, Hank broke that silence in the only way he could. “What in the actual fuck is that?” Camilla beamed, prancing across the living room toward the statue. She ran her fingers along its chest and looked back at us. “I commissioned this piece. Isn’t he beautiful? Our King Hastur, frozen at the moment of his unmasking.” Bobby and me, we sort of mumbled our approval to be polite, but Hank just stared at it slack-jawed. “That is the god-awfulest thing I’ve ever seen, darlin’, and I’ve seen some shit.”

Hank smiled flatteringly. A slap on the face! It was a blatant slap on the face! Hank had to lower his stance. He had no other choice. He used to follow Theo, but due to some chance opportunities, he left the fraternity years ago. “Hmph!” Theo snorted coldly and said, “Now that you’re the general manager of the Film and Television Association, you don’t respect me anymore?” Hank sweated profusely and said fawningly, “No, Mr. Theo, you’ve misunderstood.”

Kenzo said and looked at Hank afterwards. "Why are you here, Doctor Hank? You rarely visit our office unless you have something important to tell." Kenzo said and looked on the flowers on his hand. "Oh, ah, eh..." Hank doesn't know what to say. Originally, he planned to ask Yara out but when he saw Kenzo and Yara in an intimate position, he knew he doesn't have any chance at all. He wants to court Yara but he have been already dumped seeing the two a while ago. "Those flowers are for Yara, right?" Kenzo asked that made Hank feel more awkward. "Thank you, Doctor Hank. I know my wife is really beautiful and most of the guys here adored her but I'm really sorry, but, she's already mine." Kenzo

She heard Christy talking to her driver and getting out of the car, and in the distance, she could hear the beat of the music coming from the club. “What is it?” Christy asked, and Bree hoped she didn’t mind standing outside for a minute while she told her the real reason she’d called. “It’s Hank. He’s not himself--not the Hank I remember from high school, anyway. He doesn’t want to go anywhere without me. One minute, it seems like he can’t stand Monica, and the next, it’s like he’s her biggest fan. It’s so weird. He’s kinda mopey, too. I haven’t seen him act this way ever--except for that one time at your birthday party. The last one I came home for.”

Julie watched them nervously, phone in hand. "Max, my man!! So glad I met you here," Hank said. He was a terrifying man. His body and face were heavily scarred as if they were evidence of some war he had been in. "And who might you be?" Hank turned his attention to me. "She's nobody!" Another vandal whispered something to Hank. His eyes widened. "Ah, is this the little bird I keep hearing about rolling around town with you, Max? What a gorgeous little girl! So fragile, so breakable," Hank said, his smile disappearing slowly as he said each word. The last few words sounded like a threat.

She engulfed my nipple and suckled. "Mmm," I moaned. Carter smiled down at us as my sister enjoyed the cum on my tits. I was so glad to be here. * * * Hank loves his birthday. He's never been happier than to watch his mother and aunt getting wild. He's a voyeur for life. A natural-born cuckold. He would never, ever think of touching his mother or aunt. But he'll be more than happy to watch every wicked deed they perform. * * * Carter Miller

“You know what he just told me? He jerks off thinking about you. Sometimes when he’s balls-deep in me, he closes his eyes and pictures your fat tits bouncing, your big ass jiggling. Says it makes him imagine how fucking hot I’ll be in twenty years.” Irina’s cheeks flushed crimson. She crossed her arms under her massive breasts, pushing them higher. “Is that true, young man? You want to fuck me?” Hank met her gaze, still slowly pumping into Penelope’s ass. “You look fucking incredible.” Irina glanced down at the robe—short, clinging, barely tied. “It’s the robe you bought me. I’m glad you like how it looks… on me.” “Definitely.” Hank’s voice was rough. “Why don’t you come sit with us?”