Hank Mccoy X Reader Novels & Stories

I'm about to pull the cigar out when Bryce walks in. “It better be worth it.” “Mr Reynolds Saint-McCarthy gave me a reply. He wants to meet.” I raise my head with interest and a thud is heard as I release the man’s body. He's still alive, but weak. Bryce will finish him off. “Arrange a meeting and the money.” Reynolds' past crimes are coming back to haunt him. I let out a devilish smile, the thought of destroying that family feels so satisfying. Watch your back, Vaughn Saint-McCarthy. La bete is coming for you!

I tell him, getting a little annoyed. “What do you mean, you are not gay, but you are getting married to another man. Sounds gay to me” Hank scoffs. “I’m only gay for him” I reply calmly and put my food in the microwave. Hank stands there for a while before taking his leave. He seems like a nice guy, and I can imagine many men falling for his charm. I’m just not one of them. For starters, I’m not gay. And secondly, I am completely, utterly, irrevocably in love with my mate. I only want his dick.

She was the kind of distraction he never needed in general, and definitely didn’t need right now. She pulled on her own seat belt, wincing a little as she did, then immediately leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “But I’m very grateful you did.” “Not a problem,” he said, palming the door, intending to close it. “Hannah,” she said, quietly now, so he knew she was in more pain than she’d been showing, making him pause. “I’m Hannah. McCrae.” “Calder Blue,” he responded.

Hank revealed and I held my breath sharply, my heart tightening as I hoped it wasn't what I was thinking. "Unfortunately she got into an accident before I could kill her. What a loss! But I still had you, I could torment you however I wanted." Hank smirked, revealing his real face and I found myself wondering how I ever fell in love with him in the first place. "I just used you Aqua. You never meant anything to me in the first place." He ran a hand through his hair. "Since I am done with you. I, Hank shaw, reject you Aqua Lannister as my mate." Hank crushed the bond between us and tears stung my eyes as I felt my heart burning.

I was Kane Rivers, the legendary bachelor, the man who ruled with precision, who carried every responsibility without complaint. At first, I didn’t notice him. The ritual drew my attention: Mike’s posture, the priests’ chants, the rising tension of the pack, the fire snapping against the night. My wolf twitched beneath my skin.Then, through the corner of my vision, I caught movement. Just a human boy, leaning against the edge of the clearing, too casual. Shawn Miles. My nephew’s human best friend.

HUNTER Our trip to New York was less tiring than I thought, I can even say that it was a riveting trip, Maggie sleeps cuddle up in my arms while I read ‘Archer’s Voice’ by Mia Sheridan, with the cover covered in black , of course! After all, I’m tired of my friends making fun of me because I’m a MMA fighter who likes to read novels. We get to Park Central Hotel and Gary check us in, I’m so happy for Maggie being here with me I’m barely able to hide my happiness. Gary looks at us hugging in the elevator and throws a bucket of cold water on me by saying:

His eyes glowed red with lust and hatred as they focused on her, causing a throb of primal yearning to pulsate between her legs. “Oh, geesh, really?” I muttered. “You just watched this dude rip out your history professor’s throat, and now you want to get freaky with him after turning him down so many times when he was being sweet and kind and generous in his human form? Unbelievable.” Except I bet the scene that followed was going to be too hot to resist, so sign me up right alongside her because I was the one who flipped the page on my e-reader, eager to see what happened next.

"Xander, ~Now that you know the truth… As your savior, I could only wish one thing… … Please, let me go!~ -Hannah"

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.

"What do we have here?" "Two she-wolves, boss. Both connected to Alpha Cole Grant." The tattooed man gestures at me. "But this one? She's connected to Shawn Black." The older man's eyes sharpen with interest. He moves closer, studying me with the intensity of a predator sizing up prey. Then he inhales, just like the other rogue did, and his expression shifts into something predatory. "Shawn Black," he repeats slowly. "Yes. I can smell him on you. Very thoroughly on you." His smile is cold. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Hank. Shawn's business partner."