Hank Marlow Novels & Stories

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.

He shook his head, “The thank you was enough. Not many people left with good manners these days.” “I couldn’t agree with you more.” We traveled down the road for a good twenty minutes, making small talk along the way. I learned that Hank, the driver, owned a small horse farm about a mile away from Ronan’s territory. He has a wife named Ethel who keeps him on his toes. He even made a joke about how he can’t live with her, but he can’t kill her. I remember my dad joking with my Mom before, saying that exact same line.

Selena wasn’t left out as they all wondered who he was and why he was looking like a lost child. “Good morning, Mr. Davidson. I’m here to represent Dr. Hansel. I’m Hank, a junior doctor under him. He’s currently handling an emergency and has sent me to take care of the issue,” Everyone glanced at him, unsure of what to do. They’d all been expecting Dr. Hansel, as he was most trusted to handle such issues as the long term family doctor. Clifford stepped forward with a frown on his face, while Selena watched with bated breath, her heart rate speeding up. Deep down, she prayed Clifford would send this doctor away and demand to wait until Hansel was less busy to handle the situation. She’d come

I said firmly. Hank released a long slow breath, holding my gaze. His mask was slipping as he looked at me with disappointment and sadness. But there was also understanding. Maybe even respect. Still, he had a job to do. He moved closer, massaging his fist as he prepared to recreate the heartbreaking blows that got us here. He pulled his arm back but before he could land the shot, one of his henchmen burst into the room, a commotion echoing behind him. “Pack members in coming,” he barked frantically. “Get rid of them.”

His favorite pastime was to toy with female celebrities, making him utterly unreliable. "Now that he's back, let him stay in the mansion," said Hank with a somber expression, waving his hand lightly. "Tell Yorgos to come see me." At the study entrance, the gray-robed butler hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Yorgos...has died." What?! Hank's face changed slightly, and he violently crushed the emerald ring on his finger. "Did Marcus cause trouble again? Tell him to come to me now!" In less than half a minute…

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

“It's a long story, a very long one at that and you are a part of this story too.” “I don't understand. Okay, let's start from the beginning, who is Mr. Hank.” Dr Zita lets out a deep breath “He is a well-known industrialist, his business spreads across the world and also he is a good human.” Stephanie shrugged at her words. “You know it's strange, a man called me this afternoon, claimed he was a lawyer for Mr Hanks and it was a matter of urgency that I make time to see him” “Really. I am not aware of this, what did you tell him?” Dr? Zita enquired.

“Christopher Hudson. Funny seeing you here.” All he could do was shrug. Arn knew Christopher as part of the New York elite - a man worth billions who ran a business worth billions. Men like him weren’t supposed to be eating in a place like this. “I come here from time to time. Hank is the best cook in the city.” “That’s for damn sure,” Arn agreed. “I appreciate the compliment,” Hank said humbly. Arn sat down next to Christopher. “I got a big appetite today, Hank. The wife left yesterday to see her mother in Jersey. Don’t know when she’ll be back.”

Hank grinned, laughing hideously, his other members joined him swords drawn Jared closed his eyes, opening them to show rigid blood pitched eyes, Hank took two steps back, he pulled out his switchblade, ready to fight” For the last time, remember this when you get to hell, Hank, the name is not commander Mike, it is commander Jared stone to you” Hank’s eyes growled in horror, the other two tried to run when they heard his name, Jared knifed them down in slow seconds, they were dead before they saw him move

Mother I don't want to be late for school , Goodbye " I take an apple walking out she hates it when I call her Mother in front of company. Walking Next door Mrs Parker is just pulling in from her shift she's a Doctor while her husband is an accountant they your perfect middle class family I just want her husband for a night "Good Morning Mrs Parker " Morning Amanda how many time do I have to tell you, to call me Kate " she smiles at me I should feel guilty I really should.