Novel & Cerita Hank Heywood

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.

The doctor timidly smiled and looked at Yara. "Oh, I'm not here for you guys. I wanted to give this dessert to your pretty secretary but when I looked at your table, you're already gone." Hank said shyly handling a cathedral to Yara. The three men raised their brow with an “Oh” on their handsome faces. "Thank you." Yara said and awkwardly smiled. "I'll go now, hope you enjoy it." Hank said and left immediately without introducing himself to Yara.

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.

Well, all that was bullshit… I pushed through the glass doors, already reaching for my phone to call Brenda, to tell her I’d be home earlier than expected and then I stopped. Because I walked straight into him. The impact was solid, firm. My breath caught as I stumbled back a step, my hand instinctively shooting out to steady myself, only to meet something warm. Strong. Familiar. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…” I started automatically. Then I looked up. And the world… stopped. Nathan Lockwood. It has been four years, but I would know him anywhere. The same sharp jaw. The same cold, calculating eyes. The same presence that swallowed the space around him like he owned it, like he owned everything.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

"Fuck off, Luke." At that moment, Connor had entered the kitchen as well, going to stand beside me. I turned, smiling up at Connor and gulping down my drink. Connor quickly grabbed it out of my hand, bringing it up to his nose to smell it. He cringed the slightest. "Really, we're already on liquor?" Luke shrugged from the other side of the kitchen, "Just helping everyone feel better." ****

The older man was dressed in an expensive, traditional gray suit, and he carried a very powerful aura. "Julian! There you are!" Silas exclaimed, flashing a bright, professional agent smile that made Julian want to scream. "I have been looking everywhere for you. I need you to meet Mr. Harrison. He is the head of the major Canadian athletic syndicate. He has heard so much about the incredibly talented Julian Vane, the legendary Ice King, but he has never had the privilege to meet you in person until tonight."