Hank Heywood Novels & Stories

Kayson said, “What do I mean? You yourself should know better about your injuries and how long you've been stuck at being a peak-level master more than anyone else, right?” Hank’s heartbeat sped up, and his voice was shaking. “But… Mr. Yarde, how do you know that I’m injured?” “Well, I happened to have some basic medical knowledge.” Hank was taken aback when he heard what Kayson said. He had never told anyone about his inner injuries before, and Kayson was able to detect it with a single glance? And he called this basic medical knowledge? There was no way he was going to believe him! Hank dropped to his knees and said, “If you can heal me, I promise I’ll do everything I can to repay you!”

He couldn't give in because he still needed my assistance. There were always voices of opposition in the Pack these days, demanding that he stop working with Stone Forest Pack. These stubborn old men were really getting on my nerves. Pete was indeed not one of those good guys, but he and Hank had the best healing technique in the world. The maids they produced were both sexy and flirtatious. Well, this da*n fatty Hank controlled these slaves. After he grew tired of them, he'd sell them as maids. He was a real pain in the a*s.

A quick text. Something’s come up. The words, so mundane, landed with a surprising weight. It wasn’t just a cancellation; it was the way it was delivered. No detailed explanation, no hint of regret beyond a perfunctory “so sorry,” and the immediate leap to a “raincheck ASAP” that felt more like a brush-off than a genuine intention. Our brunch today had been a long-standing plan, a small, cherished ritual we’d established for Sundays, a time carved out for us amidst the chaos of our lives. It was the kind of thing Earnest, the planner, the considerate partner, rarely, if ever, abandoned without a compelling reason.

“He is to follow us through the city. Providing extra eyes.” “What’s his name?” “Hank Mason, he is in his forties. At least that is what he looks like, but he is a hard-working detective.” He gave Ava a look for her understanding. “He’s having a hard time believing that there is a gang war in his city.”

taking another deep breath i slowly release it and walm down the stairs, The guy i now know is named Skyler watch's me as i descend the stairs before coming over to me as i reach the bottom. He holds out his hand and i graciously taking it "I'm Skyler, and might i say you look fucking delicious in those pants" i blush slightly not really knowing what to say other then to say thank you and introduce myself "I'm Harper and uh thanks" i give him a soft smile and walk past Nixon ignoring him completely.

Hyde. “Genevieve, this lady killer is Dr. Henry Mackie,” Phoenix continued, in the same marvelously charming and casual manner, “the most overrated gastrologist in practice today. But a damned good golf player. And this is Ann, his longsuffering wife, and mother of his two equally longsuffering sons.” “Three, Nix,” Ann reprimanded, rolling her eyes at him. “We had a third boy a couple of years back. You were one of the godparents.”

Aurora. The sound of crunching snow under heavy boots echoed through the trees, and hunters slowly began to emerge from the trees. They encircled the beast, trapping it in. Two figures stepped forward and I recognised the both of them immediately. One was an officer, I don’t know his name, but I heard them call him the General. He was a regular at my lessons. He never participated, but he came to watch all the time. The General would stand there and shout orders and yell at the men, he was one of the higher ups in the organisation. The other man was a younger and stronger looking Hank, Zee’s father from the basement. What would he be doing out here with hunters. As the two men stood side by

Hank took it and shook it much to everyone’s surprise. “The pleasure is all mine, Anne! Just out of curiosity, please tell me what do you do for a living?” Hank asked casually. “Err sure, I am a Prison Phycologist,” Anne said confused. “How very interesting!” Hank said with a smile as he released her hand. James instinctively pulled Anne to his side and wrapped an arm around her. “Yes, she is a very interesting woman. One that is unfortunately taken!” James said looking Hank in the eye. Hank roared with laughter and said “ I am sorry James, I am happily married for 30 years with two daughters. Trust me when I say, I don’t need any more women in my life, no matter how interesting they are!”

In an instant, Hank's right arm was cleanly severed at the shoulder, falling to the ground as blood jetted out. "Ahh..." Hank hit the dirt, screaming in a frenzy. "Second Young Master!" The other warrior, still trembling, hurried to his aid. "Ready to answer my question now?" Nevaeh asked after a brief pause, her gaze fixed on Hank. "You... You're a dead woman. I swear you're done for!" Hank, catching his breath, yelled back in rage. "My brother's a big shot in Citrakuta's Ministry of Internal Affairs, and he's in a meeting with some of Rackaham's top brass right now. When he's done, you're finished!"

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."