Hank Heywood Novels & Stories

Hank- YES, right between the eyes. Jake- I would rather us rip his throat out. Hank- I think he is going to back down. Jake- I don’t read it that way. BANG!

“Uncle Jesse told me all about as he walked me back to bed. Dad put a whoopin’ on that big guy who owns The Sundown Ranch across town. Isn’t that guy’s kid in your class?” “Yeah,” Dax answered with his mouth full. “Hank Calhoun. He’s a jerk like his old man.” “Honey, please don’t talk with your mouth full,” Ava said softly. Dax swallowed. “Sorry.” Did he just apologize? Ray shook off his surprise. “You haven’t had problems with Hank have you?” “No,” Dax answered. “He’s just a jerk in general.” “He’s on the team with you, right?” Ray asked, trying to remember. He hadn’t been to one of Dax’s games since last year when he was on JV.

We met up in my office not too long after breakfast. Charlotte insisted on pushing his wheelchair around the pack house. Creed didn’t mind though, he said he was too good to be pushing someone around all day. I made sure to tell him not to tell Charlotte that. “ So first what’s your name? All I know is you are Charlotte's brother” I started the conversation because they didn’t seem to know what to say to each other really. “ Well I'm not sure if this is the same name she remembers but I’ve always been called Henry. If they used my name, here the past few years they’ve used anything but.” He finished looking towards the ground as he spoke playing with his fingers.

Theodore hushed over his girlfriend's ear who slapped his hands away from her waist. " Hey guys " Naitee beamed in joy hugging her while Theodore pushed Maverick by his hands when he was coming to him for a bro hug and with that Theodore went to see his nephew. " Ahh! Lovely. Welcome to the family champ! " Theodore said holding the baby in his arms. Maverick and Naitee chuckled watching their son trying to interact with his Uncle through eyes.

I heard him ask, I didn't really know what or how I was feeling, but nonetheless I nodded and his hand moved to play in my hair. "Even though you're clearly lying, I think what I'm about to tell you will brighten your mood," he added and I opened my eyes turning to look up at him. "What?" I asked confused looking into his eyes. "I made a couple calls and I have this friend, well less of a friend more of a business associate and he has been testing out a treatment plan for cancer, it has been deemed 75% effective after treating approximately 120 persons and I got your dad a spot, you just have to sign th-" He paused his finger moving to my cheek wiping away tears I hadn't realized were fallin

Then, turning to Greg, he said, "I'll stick to the normal CT, thanks. And get me a room so I can rest, and I'll be gone tomorrow once the blood tests come back." Greg nodded, "Sure. I'll have that arranged." Hank, now completely at ease, went to the CT room to be scanned. Once again, the radiologist found nothing, and Hank was further convinced that he was completely fine. Even as he lay in bed within the most luxurious VVIP room in the building, he was complaining to the cabal via voice message, "Fucking hell! That boy, Wade, really screwed us over! The doctors found nothing—he's just some quack trying to be cute!"

he hears his dad's voice, making him jump in place after being startled. "Pops... Wh- what are you doing here?" he says, taking a step back. His dad, Caleb sits on the small recliner, with a glass of whisky in his right hand. Caleb takes a swig of the warm poison, hissing as he places the glass back on the small table next to the recliner.

But Hazel raised her hand and interrupted him again, "The most important thing is, I have a boyfriend, and it is not you. Movie tickets and gifts are for him, not for you. And I am here today with my boyfriend!" Hazel never thought about embarrassing him, but Hank was really disgusting. Hank's face changed from pale white to red, he was embarrassed and infuriated with the situation. Her words were like a series of slaps slamming on his face! It turned out that he had just toured in a wonderland that did not exist.

“Got you good. I’ll get the first aid kit. Jeanie, nothing to worry about, darling. He just needs a bandage and some bacitracin.” Jocelyn came walking up the hill, then. “What’s the verdict?” she asked. “Verdict is your brother’s an idiot,” Hank snorted. Gee, and just when I was beginning to think he might be a stand-up guy about all this. “Jocelyn told me you’ve been cut by a walleye, too.” “Sure have,” Hank said. “But I know a cut like that only happens when you try grabbing one around the middle, and you’d only do that to a tiny little bastard. So you got beat by a minnow.”

Hade looked up at me, tears slipping down his face, raw and unfiltered. "Hank snapped; that was the first time I saw him mad—not just mad, but burning mad. I suddenly felt like I was standing beside a stranger. He yelled, asking Dad if everything he had done for us was still not enough. Why did he have to take all the responsibility just because he was the oldest? I understood his point, but then he suddenly faced me and grabbed my shirt." Hade shut his eyes tightly. His body shook. I felt a pang of sorrow for both Hade and Hank; they were too young to carry such weight.