Hank Marlow Novels & Stories

"Mr. Jart, you're being rather unfair. I'm still working under Mr. Xenos, you know? I'm like his prominent figure." "Ha! Since when did a dog working under Lucas become his prominent figure?" Hank sneered, his tone frank and unpolished. Anthony's face immediately flushed crimson red. He hadn't expected Hank to be so rude to him. "Enough already. Stop wasting Mr. Lakeworth's time and apologize to him now!" Hank urged sternly. How dare a lowlife like him call himself Mr. Xenos's prominent figure! Anthony clenched his teeth, his expression growing even more ashen.

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

“Is there any signs of what is going on with them?” “Delayed,” the rogue answered. “Nathan engaged him on the ridge.” I smiled faintly. “Good.” Katherine uncrossed her arms slightly. “You don’t seem worried.” “I’m not,” I replied. But in truth, I knew Marcel was not easily stalled, we would need more than fire, I turned toward the interior stairwell. “Come,” I said to the rogue. “You’re with me.” Katherine tilted her head. “Where are you going?”

— You know my marriage is . — Complicated. - I answer for him. — I bet it’s not that complicated. Mr.X smiles with some sadness as he finishes turning his cup . Then our dishes arrive and we dine in silence. I drink my Obikwa which has just been served by the waiter, admiring X. It did not change much during that time, taking away the slightly gray hair that gave it an extra charm. What can be so complicated that he gets stuck? — You know what I believe. - loose, taking another sip of wine ,while X stares at me in surprise. — That the marriage has to last until one of you is no longer happy. And if you’re unhappy, X, means it’s time to walk away.

the freckled Marcellus added. "Twin?! "

Grant hummed, grabbing a champagne flute from the table, and shuffling to join the others on the line of couches. When Mr. Grant whisked a glance over Mr. Hanks he smiled, knowing the man was basking in their victory. He could see a blooming smile on Mr. Hanks's face. "Our lives shall be ours forever. Oh, I've started making arrangements about the next woman to marry." Mr. Grant chimed in, sipping his drink languidly. He had started buying women from traders across North America, tasting as many women as he could until he found the one tasty enough to be called his wife.

In fact, interacting with him during a conversation was quite challenging. Mary continued, “At first, I thought I could ask my husband to arrange a job for you at the company. It’s a simple matter, right? However, upon reflection, I realized he is a relative of mine. Seeking his approval is crucial for securing a job with the company. Hank suggested that trick.” They had to withdraw in order to move forward. Feeling indifferent, Travis said, “You can let Uncle Hank handle the arrangement. I have no opinion.”

"You should be ashamed of yourselves!" "Is she talking to me?" Mr. Hanks looked around in confusion. When my colleagues avoided his eyes, he turned to Rosemary and snarled, "And who the fuck are you?" Rosemary scoffed. "Didn't you just hear me call Gerald my husband? So much for being a "smart" man!" Mr. Hanks pointed. "You! Watch your mouth!" "Watch your own mouth!" Rosemary retorted. "Seeing as my husband got employed so fast, shouldn't that tell you he's no ordinary guy?"

Hanley passed out under the double pressure. Hank was the only one still hanging on. After all, he was also a first-class peak level master and was about to join Tiger Rank. He had a much stronger endurance than Hanley. A tall figure suddenly appeared in the living room and stood in front of Hank and Hanley. The pressure on Hank was gone, but his clothes were already wet with sweat. 'Saved at last!' Hank was relieved. He had no idea who the person in front of him was, but he did not care who it was as long as they saved him!

One could not do without the other. At this time, Philip stood up. Anna directly passed a bunch of materials to him from behind. He held them in his hand, opening them one by one. He then flung everything onto Hank’s face and said, “Hank York, resident of Riverdale, 43 years old. You organized a small group privately and sought profit by suppressing peers. 12 years ago, you were exposed due to accidental injuries and later retired to enter the film and television industry. But I can see here that you succeeded in the upper ranks because of some underhanded means,” Philip said.