Hank Marlow Novels & Stories

"Who iser, who was he?" "Hank Hardy. He worked for a neighboring ranch. It seems he was thrown from his horse on my property. We still haven't figured it all out, but Mitch and Doc Stevens here, our coroner, will take poor ol' Hank back to town to see if they can put two and two together." He took off his Stetson and slapped the dust off of it on his thigh. "Lauren, I presume," the coroner said, nodding at her. "I'm Doc Stevens. Nice to meet you."

He nodded. Hunter bit him, waited for the twitching to stop, then bit his own hand and offered his blood. The man staggered to his feet. Mid-thirties, decent looking. “You saved me,” he said. “I’m Hank.” “Hank, you know how to be loyal?” Hunter asked. Hank nodded. “Then you’re with me. Let’s go.” N&S Company

And at the head of the table sat Warren Marlowe. He was exactly what I expected. Silver hair. Expensive suit. The kind of presence that filled a room. He stood when we entered, and I realized he was tall. Over six feet. Broad shoulders. He looked like someone who'd built an empire with his bare hands and would kill to keep it. "Richard." He shook Dad's hand. "Good to see you." "Warren. Thank you for meeting with us." Then Warren's eyes moved to me. Sharp. Calculating. Like he was adding up my worth in his head.

“Maybe you should put a hacker on your regular payroll.” “I think this one-time agreement will be enough,” I said. He shrugged, like it didn’t matter to him either way. “Suit yourself.” Marcus returned with the check and passed it over to Hank, who immediately folded it and put it into his pocket. “Pleasure doing business with you.” He stood. “Hank. I expect those answers sooner rather than later,” I said firmly. “Sure thing,” he said. He gave a mocking bow, that very nearly and a growl escape my throat. My wolf disliked Hank even more than I did. “I live to serve.”

All Rylee ever talked about was helping others and getting good grades so she could get into Harvard. Maverick had grown up to be the overprotective big brother to all of his siblings. Even though Zander and Kieran could take care of themselves, he never faulted if someone talked down to them. I saw Maverick growing up to take after Damian, and become the next CEO of Stone Entreprises. He had a very strong business sense that even surprised Damian. Quite often, Damian would bring Maverick to the office to spend the day. Maverick absolutely loved it. To Maverick, the best day would involve going to the office. Zane often invited Maverick to spend the summer in England to shadow him.

Hank started to lean in but Danny closed the door with a look that said, Don’t even think about helping me. Hank headed for the subway to go back home to his wife. “Easiest money I ever made,” he chuckled to himself. His employer was a quiet man but extremely fair. Since Hank had come from the Dominican Republic for better work, he knew well from the recounting of his other friends who’d migrated here, too, that good jobs like these weren’t common. Normally when you were in a subservient position you were treated as such. Danny Sharp always treated Hank man-to-man. Fiddling with nobs, Danny finally got the mirrors where he wanted them. He moved his seat, looked for good music on the radio, a

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Hank tells them as they walk to the ballroom. “It will happen, son,” Milo assures him. They walk into the ballroom and Hank sniffs the air deeply. He frowns as nothing draws him. “It will happen when it’s supposed to,” Sandra hugs Hank's arm. Hank had grown into a huge Alpha. He is 6’2” with crazy curly blonde hair and his mother’s brown eyes. Milo often looks at him with a ping of pain. His features are very close to Lucius. Milo’s greatest fear has always been that Oliver, Hank, or even Terry, could betray each other. Seeing so much of Lucius in Hank makes his heart hurt.

That evening they discussed what tactics Hannah could use to determine what are and are not appropriate things to say to people in every situation possible. Julie’s sister Mara was young when she discovered she was pregnant with Hannah. She was only 18, barely out of high school, when she crossed paths with Hannah’s father. “I don’t know Julie!”, Mara had confided in her, “He was so cute with these freckles and red hair, you know I always had a thing for gingers, and he had this arsenal of all the right things to say.” Julie sat on her couch listening to her baby sister spill the whole story.

Julie watched them nervously, phone in hand. "Max, my man!! So glad I met you here," Hank said. He was a terrifying man. His body and face were heavily scarred as if they were evidence of some war he had been in. "And who might you be?" Hank turned his attention to me. "She's nobody!" Another vandal whispered something to Hank. His eyes widened. "Ah, is this the little bird I keep hearing about rolling around town with you, Max? What a gorgeous little girl! So fragile, so breakable," Hank said, his smile disappearing slowly as he said each word. The last few words sounded like a threat.