Hank Fanart Novels & Stories

They recognize me immediately, stepping aside without a word. The VIP section is dimmer, and intimate. Leather couches curve around low tables where deals are made and threats are delivered with the same casual indifference. Hank sits in the center booth, flanked by two men I recognize—Dmitri, his enforcer, and Santos, his accountant. They are all rogues living among the humans. "Shawn!" Hank spreads his arms wide, gold chains glinting at his neck. "Finally. We were starting to think you'd forgotten about us."

whines a man who looks older than both Gunner and I. “Hush Hank,” scolds the woman sitting next to him “Katerina that is Hank, my cousin.” Though Gunner told me to be careful of him I still mind my manners. “It is nice to meet you Hank.” “Next to you is my mother, Jolene and sitting next to her is her sister, my aunt, Dr. Joy. Next to Hunter and Allison is my gamma Dahlia Stone also known as Hunter’s sister.” “Her wolf is Artemis, the twin to Gunner’s wolf, Apollo,” Hank blurts out and I can tell he is trying to get between me and Gunner. I’ll definitely have to watch out for him.

Hank yanks off the lapel microphone from his shirt and returns it back to the director of the news he just featured live on. "Fantastic Mr Williams. I'm sure we are allowed to take some outline pictures right? I mean, the white chalked outline of the body so we can at least that?" Hank nods and waves them in the direction. They all grab their cameras and all that stuff and run for the garage. From outside, Hank can hear all of the click click click of pictures being taken.

My parents were right, I shouldn’t be allowed to speak. “Wow, you really are a lost cause.” Carter whispers in my ear, making goosebumps appear on my body. Yep this is not good. “Um no, I have to leave now. I’ll see you at my wedding.” Hank says as he looks me in my eyes and his hand grips my arm lightly. Something he always did and it made me happy. His eyes then go over to Carter’s tattoos and huge biceps. It was clear that he thought Carter wasn’t a good guy. Carter straight up looked like a hot typical villain in any action movie.

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!”

The surroundings of the villa were quiet, with hardly anyone nearby. Hank ordered his men to toss her into a spacious room. He coldly smiled and unbuttoned his shirt. Fixing a gloomy gaze on the unconscious woman lying on the bed, Hank licked his lips. "You. Bitch. Just wait until you're exposed all over the internet later." He then turned around and instructed his two henchmen to prepare some equipment and props. He placed his phone on a stand and adjusted it. Then, he put on a mask and gestured toward the camera. Finally, he had his henchman leave the room.

"Okay, I promise to think))" Knowing from his own experience how intrusive and obnoxious fans can be, Hank tried not to annoy her and communicate in a friendly way. A funny story at a rehearsal or an interesting photo, just a funny picture. If she sent at least a smiley in response, he was ready to climb the wall with happiness. It was not always possible to hold back, but put yourself in his place. From the first time he received an acute overdose, he began to need her like oxygen, and recognizing her, he fell in love more and more deeply. The poor body reacted as it should and Hank rolled onto his back with a groan. He wanted her—her body, her soul, her heart. And he wanted to spit that al

“Amelie is incredible, as usual. The babies aren’t babies anymore. 15 months already!” “Wow, time sure flies,” Hank replied, then turned to me. “You must be Zander. I’m Dr. Hanken, Hank for short.” “Nice to meet you, Hank,” I replied. “So, you’re the baby brother that Nathan has been bragging about at poker,” Hank chuckled. “Hopefully, you're not as cutthroat at cards as he is.” “No, sir. I have a horrible poker face,” I advised. “Good, I’m tired of losing my money to a Michaels,” Hank laughed.

The guy who had chased Sonia a while back? Andrius scoffed, “Your Master Knight is like a dog in front of me, and you are a dog’s dog. What gives you the courage to bark so loudly? I’ll give you the chance to call him here. We’ll see if he dares to speak to me in that manner.” Hank was indeed Sean’s dog, but it could only be said by Sean himself! Hank was furious when Andrius called him Sean’s dog. He called Sean immediately.

Hank yelled at him as he continued to maintain his hold on the gun. Kane headbutted him, destabilizing Hank for a few seconds. He finally snatched the gun from his hands and got up. “You bastard. You broke my nose,” Hank lamented and wiped the blood from his nostril. “Who the hell are you?” Kane asked him while aiming the rifler at its owner. “I’m Hank. This is my cabin and you’re a trespasser.” Kane glanced at Emilia and saw that she was still awake but terrified. He returned his attention to Hank who was now sitting on the floor, rubbing his swollen nose.