Hank Heywood Novels & Stories

“That is where our deal ends. I more than anyone wants that motherfuvker dead but I will wait until when the right time comes...He is all yours once he loses his authority.” “There is no such thing as the right time, Harold. I make the right time when I want.” “Very well then. I will take my leave now and meet with the elders. It has been such a long time...” Harold stood and crept away. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

“I’d like to talk to you.” I arched a brow and studied him more carefully. He practically looked harmless. Apart from the journal in his left hand, I couldn’t see anything on him. “Who are you?” He extended a hand toward me. “My name is Hank. Hank Dales. The name rings a bell I guess.” I rolled my eyes in frustration. I don’t care about any Frank Dales. He might matter to Grayham but to me, he was just a stranger who tried to get himself killed. I didn’t shake him.

I am not sure what to make of this meeting. I know Arthur; he and I have been friends since college. He has known Kaden since he was born. When Kaden told me who Everly’s grandparents were, I was shocked. I knew her father came from money, but I had no idea he was an Atherton. Well, his mother was; her family is one of the oldest in the Savannah area. I just assumed that Everly had her father's last name, but Kaden said that she, in fact, does not. This means at some point, she changed her last name. I laughed when Kaden told me that Tianya and Kylynn ripped those boys a new asshole when they told them what had happened while they were in North Carolina. Those two are a handful, and

And I caught sight of his fangs but he was not a vampire, his fangs were of the size of the werewolves. A werewolf? “Guess, you’ve mastered hiding your scent,” I said, half a smile on my face, and neither of us looked away as our gazes met. “And you still managed to notice. Miss…?” He lifted his thick arched brow and I extended my hand with my name, but a fake one, “Hana…” His smirk only got more prominent at my name, “King…” he shook my hand lightly and I noticed his hand was large, warm, with impossibly long fingers and of course the veins.

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

Swoosh! The needles flew out from his hands. “Ah…” Hank moaned. He was now blind. James grabbed his arm and pulled hard. Crack! His arm was broken. A leg stepped on his knee. Hank’s knee fractured, his body falling limply to the ground. He had been crippled. A foot stepped on his chest. James put more weight on it, breaking Hank’s ribs without much effort. Hank was stunned. Just then, he felt terrified. Was this the devil?

His hesitation appeared to irritate the Alpha further. Harrison stammered and began to cough, clearly struggling to respond to Alpha Riel's question. The Alpha's patience wore thin, and he raised his voice, demanding a clear answer. His frustration was evident, and it was clear that he shared a trait with Hawthorne – a dislike for being kept waiting. In the end, Harrison could do nothing but nod.

Kane stood in McLauren's office , the scent of aged whiskey and stale cigar smoke hanging heavy in the air. The old man gray-haired, fat, and always with a drink in hand poured himself another glass, his beady eyes fixed on Kane. "You're the face of this place, son," McLauren sighed, swirling the amber liquid before downing it in one gulp. "It's sad to see you go." Kane didn't flinch. He had never liked McLauren. The man was ruthless, a businessman first, a human second. But Kane respected him, if only because he had given him purpose when he had nothing.

Christopher knocked on the red room door. “Yeah!” a guy yelled. Christopher cracked the door open to see Hank with his dark hair disheveled and lying on his back while the big lump in the white sheet covering his lower half was moving up and down. “Uh, hey, Cootie is . . . ready to go.” “Mmm. All right, man. Let me finish up,” Hank groaned. “Sorry to rush, baby, but it sounds like you need to go ahead and finish me off.”

His expression darkened as he said, “Okay, okay, you have a great imagination there, brat. But I refuse to believe that there’s a single person in this tiny city that I, Jeffrey Scott, can’t take down!” “Drogo Hanks, I want this man crippled now! And those two women, tear their clothes off! I will f*ck them silly right in front of him!” There was a dangerous glint in Jeffrey’s eyes as he completely ignored Philip. His uncle was Professor Henry Turner, a medical magnate that could, with a stomp of his feet, make the whole Riverfront Province quake! For a boy toy to speak up so boldly, he must have a death wish! Drogo wore a smirk on his face as he bellowed into the walkie-talkie in his hand,