Hank Marlow Novels & Stories

the bearded one said, nudging his shorter companion. “The high-society groom in the flesh. I heard Marcus imported a city boy to help with the harvest, but I didn't think they’d pick one that looked like he’d break in a strong breeze.” Hank let out a loud chuckle like he just heard the funniest joke ever, while I just stared blankly back at them. “He looks like those fellows on the billboards in Seattle. Say, corporate, do those pretty leather shoes help you walk any faster in the mud, or do they just make it easier for Savannah to drag you around?”

However, Frederick wasn’t moved and kicked Harvey away. "You asked for it. You deserve what's coming for you," Frederick said coldly. Soon, Harvey was escorted away by law enforcers. "Dr. Faux…" Hank rubbed his hands together, and looked humbly at Frederick. It was a look that would shock anyone who knew him and saw it. Hank was a renowned individual in the field of education. Even in the Ministry of Education, he was a guest of honor among the executives. If he made a suggestion in the field of education, all the education professionals in the country would have to listen to him.

They melt in your mouth. Hank was pushing the things around his plate, without ever taking a bite. "Do they serve hamburgers here?" "Baby, try just this small piece. There are other things than meat, you know?" Michelle offered. "Yeah, but they are not that good." Mike Trivino, one of Matt's teammates, high-fived Hank. Mike is a tall fun guy with a weird mustache. He let it grow after watching Top Gun, in an attempt to make him look sexier. Well, it didn't work. Now he looked like somebody you don't want your kids to play with.

“Oh my…oh my god…” “Um, clearly…some clarifications need to be made,” mom says, hurrying to shut the door and give Hank a warm pat on the shoulder as he stares around, clearly shocked and in a bit of awe. “How…how does everyone know each other?” “Apologies,” Hank murmurs, stepping forward, a little awkward. His eyes rest on Marigold and Maryam as he comes to stands next to them. Marigold again bares her teeth, snarling at the doctor, a clear warning to keep away. “As you’ve clearly all put together, I know this child. I’ve treated her twice in pop-up clinics outside of the Community. Once for a cough, and once for her vaccines.”

Hank's constant mockery was really starting to get on Francesca's nerves. Nonetheless, she still held back and did her best to explain. "Chief Armstrong, we've already explained this. This is the Grand Physician of Gabo Creek. He's here for the same reason you are, which is to help these patients." Malcolm had warned her that Hank came from a higher-level special unit. Hence, she should not offend him. Still, she could not stand that smug, condescending attitude. It was like everyone else in the room was beneath him.

When he saw Julien, he stepped forward and greeted him respectfully, "Hello, Mr. Julien. I'm Hank Gilbert. You can call me Hank. I've prepared an office and a bedroom for you to rest in. Please tell me if you need anything." Hank Gilbert was one of Harrison's most trusted associates. He used to be a top agent for the Department of Homeland Security. Iron-blooded and murderous, Hank currently did the dirty work for the Rothschild family. Although he only obeyed Harrison, he knew very well that Harrison had sent Julien over to take the credit, and once they succeeded in the mission, Julien would be the future patriarch of the family. Hence, he treated Julien courteously and politely.

She said as she gestured at a door on her right. I smiled at her and went in. “Sir, my name is Hazel and I was sent here by Markos for a job,” I stated. The man behind the desk was in a fitting suit and perfectly slicked back hair. He lifted his eyes to look at me and gave me a scornful look. You could see he thought of me like dirt on his shoes. If it had been a year ago when I had everything, he would have kissed the ground I walked on. I hadn’t realized how much people who weren’t financially stable were treated badly until I joined the club.

Karen asked. Clark showed a hint of awkwardness in his eyes. “You think someone like him would not realize such a simple trick? Hank is far too arrogant, while we are all thinking ahead of ourselves. In the future! Don’t associate yourself with Hank. He is a person with bad morals and thinks that he’s the greatest being that walked the earth.” “Yes, I understand.” Karen lightly nodded and asked, “Do you think Jason did it or was it a coincidence?” “I think Jason most probably had done it,” Hank said calmly.

“What’s up, Sickle, after you were expelled from UFC I thought I would never see you in New York, still hiding in the end of the world? How’s Portland, that shitty town?” Hunt doesn’t answer and the so called Pamela looks me up and down, asking: “Aren’t you going to introduce you your friend?” Hunter gives it back. “She’s not my friend, she’s my girlfriend.” I add it. “Margareth Hanks, saying that’s it’s a pleasure to meet you would be a lie, but even so, good evening, Pamela.” She ignores me and reports to Hunter, talking in a affected and high pitched voice. STUPID WHORE!!!

I wasn’t regretting it, though but kinda disappointed in myself. “Is he handsome? Really?” I rolled my eyes. “Calm your vagina, Marlou. I repeat he’s handsome, eerie, and scary,” I said with an air quote. I am silenced when I remember something. “Hey, Mars. Do you think I should accept Mr. Huntington’s proposal? Me as his personal assistant?” Marlou shrugged and leaned on the couch. “I don’t know. You must decide because it’s only you who know the answer. But I think it’s a BIG YES.”