Hank Heywood Novels & Stories

amusement shone in her hazel orbs, "a diamond-encrusted nail clipper." "That was lame," Jaxon deadpanned, shaking his head as he rolled the sleeves of his white button-down up to his elbows. They were always folded because he always had a sketch pad in hand with a pencil. Today was no different, "Q, what do you think of this?" He asked, showing me what he had been working on.

But I can’t bring myself to call her again. After our gym workout, Oliver prepares breakfast. We sit in the kitchen together. Oliver is saying something, but my mind is elsewhere. I’m looking at my phone, staring at Luke’s picture. Why can’t the man just dissolve from my thoughts? “You haven’t found anything on Luke yet, have you?” I ask Oliver. He frowns his face and replies me. “Not yet. I only know that he works on the biggest ranch in the state and his family owns it.”

“What are you doing?” “Baby, this is Hank,” he said. “He’s who you’re going to learn to ride.” He pushed me gently, but I shook my head. “He’s a giant.” “He’s also a big teddy bear.” “He just shoved me,” I countered. Jase chuckled. “He was saying hi.” As if to say a big fat “fuck you” to Jase and his opinion, Hank stretched his head toward me again and licked my hand. “Ohmigod, he’s trying to eat me.”

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”

“I am more worried about Eleanor, uncle Bob. She seems to be losing herself…she looks like a different person now. What if she belongs with them and not us?” Uncle Bob turned sharply, angrily. “Eleanor is not a monster like them. Eleanor is human and will remain so!” With that he stomped out of the house but not without breezing into his room and lifting his hunting gun with him. Howard exhaled deeply. He feels pity for any wild animals his uncle would run into the forest with the way he stomped out of the house.

“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.

Henry, with his neatly trimmed beard and warm smile, extended his hand in greeting. "Welcome to Oakheart Brewery," Henry said. "I’m Henry Lawson, the manager here. Mr. Thompson mentioned you might be stopping by, but i was not expecting so soon, tho, but everyone in Silverwoodhave heard of the Waltson lady and hard work." he said with a smile "Thank you, Henry," Emily replied, shaking his hand. "We’re very impressed by what we’ve seen so far. The operation here is truly remarkable." Henry nodded appreciatively. "We take a lot of pride in our work. Let me know if you have any questions or if there’s anything specific you’d like to see."

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.