Hank Marlow Novels & Stories

He meets my eyes but I force mine away to address the packs. “Good Afternoon Golden Moon Pack, Dark Skies Pack and visitors of Riverbend and Full Moon Pack. I hope you are all enjoying your day. First I want to thank you all for what you do and that I consider you all family. The last couple of months have been challenging.” I look around at the nods of agreement from my pack members. “Despite all that, I want to share some happy news with you. Xavier has asked me to marry him and I have happily accepted. The wedding will be held next month.” Cheers erupt.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

Evangeline was thrilled yet a tad anxious about landing such an awesome CEO. Evangeline could not help but feel a mix of pride and worry. She was proud that she had seen Hank's potential from the start, but worried too. How could a guy with Hank's talent stick around as the CEO of the Foster family's company forever? He was just helping out, and sooner or later, his time would be up. "I won't hold back, then!" Hank declared with his usual open-hearted charm, completely at ease in front of Evangeline. He never played his cards close to his chest, and he dove right into the menu.

When I saw him with Don that day, I thought he was perhaps a bodyguard or one of Don's workers, but from what I learned from Molly, they were rather close. Another strange thing about Hank was the fact that he didn't have maids. A mansion like this should be full of them, but most things around were automated. "I thought Gianni was the king of technology, but Hank has proven otherwise," Molly said with a hint of appreciation. I agreed. Indeed, I wonder what he does for a living. He lives like a billionaire." I was subtly hoping she would shed more light on Hank's life, which she did. "Well, Gianni mentioned that Hank owns a karate school," Molly shrugged, sipping a drink, but something didn'

“Hank is a big man with a strong self-esteem, but he actually feels remorseful for hitting you that day. We’re also wrong for taking his side. You should compromise and bring him back. Forget that it ever happened and continue to live a happy life like you always have.” As soon as Serenity opened the door, she heard Mrs. Brown persuading her sister. Chelsea said, “Liberty, you should watch out for another woman stealing your husband if you keep giving Hank the cold shoulder. Hank is young and has a promising future. He’s quite handsome and looks like a bachelor. Many young women have a thing for mature men like him with a successful career.” Hank was a manager with a five-figure basic monthl

Even if his wife did manage to get a hold of the production company, the chances of her doing it in time to save him from this one were slim to none. Henry’s comments in the press having been more than a little threatening, Rome had decided to start bringing security with him, so rather than grabbing a rideshare that morning, he’s ridden in with one of his bodyguards, Hank, also known as The Tank, and had asked the man to stick around, for at least a day or two. Ella had insisted she was fine with the people they had left at the house. Charles had basically become her personal security guard anyway, so he felt confident she would be okay. A glance at The Tank let him know he would be, too. T

Axel POV Kane is uncharacteristically calm when we pull up to a small cabin in the woods. Hank seems like a nice enough guy, but I keep my guard up. “Nice to see you again, boys,” Hank says as he extends his hand, but it cannot be more obvious that he is lying. Hank walks us around the back of his cabin to a sprawling yard overlooking the woods. Mason is sitting on a log in front of an impressive fire, smiling smugly at us.

They recognize me immediately, stepping aside without a word. The VIP section is dimmer, and intimate. Leather couches curve around low tables where deals are made and threats are delivered with the same casual indifference. Hank sits in the center booth, flanked by two men I recognize—Dmitri, his enforcer, and Santos, his accountant. They are all rogues living among the humans. "Shawn!" Hank spreads his arms wide, gold chains glinting at his neck. "Finally. We were starting to think you'd forgotten about us."

The groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.