Hank Titans Novels & Stories

I pull back, linking my arm through my fake boyfriend’s. “Yes, this is my man. You know him?” Sylvia’s gaze bounces between me and Harlan, her eyes narrowing in obvious displeasure. “He’s the captain of the Vancouver Titans, the most successful hockey team in Canada. He scored forty-three goals last season. Who doesn’t know him?” I stiffen in shock, turning slowly to meet Harlan’s gaze. Captain of the most successful hockey team in Canada? Good Lord, what have I gotten myself into? “You seem to know a whole lot about him, babe,” Drake growls, his jaw tightening as he slides a hand around Sylvia’s shoulders.

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

Titus stated. Selena sat down and tried to gather herself. She is opposed to anyone becoming close to her family. But what does an alpha want now? Xavier has never met her family. “So, please tell me. What is your full name? You appear to be older than my sister. How did you guys meet?” As she spooned spaghetti onto her plate, Hania inquired. “Hmm... My name is Titus Terry. “I am twenty-four years old.” “Oh, my age buddy.”

Christopher knocked on the red room door. “Yeah!” a guy yelled. Christopher cracked the door open to see Hank with his dark hair disheveled and lying on his back while the big lump in the white sheet covering his lower half was moving up and down. “Uh, hey, Cootie is . . . ready to go.” “Mmm. All right, man. Let me finish up,” Hank groaned. “Sorry to rush, baby, but it sounds like you need to go ahead and finish me off.”

Hank had arrived! Everyone's hearts were in their throats. Hank wore shiny leather shoes and a black blazer. He had sunglasses on, and when he appeared at the door to the private room, he exuded a powerful energy. Ten lackeys dressed in black suits stood reverentially behind him. "We're doomed!" There was a ringing in Cecilia's ears. Koda immediately rushed over to Hank and greeted him with reverence, "My leader!" "Mr. Jart!"

“I couldn’t come to you directly. If anyone saw me talking to you…” “To who?” Mila asked. He met her eyes. “How much do you know?” She told him what she had pieced together. Webber exhaled. “His name is Daniel Foss. Vice President of Team Operations.” He kept his voice low. “He’s tied to an investment group. If the Titans miss the playoffs, they get controlling interest in a subsidiary at a discount. It’s been in place for two years.” “And I was a problem,” Mila said.

“Hank is a big man with a strong self-esteem, but he actually feels remorseful for hitting you that day. We’re also wrong for taking his side. You should compromise and bring him back. Forget that it ever happened and continue to live a happy life like you always have.” As soon as Serenity opened the door, she heard Mrs. Brown persuading her sister. Chelsea said, “Liberty, you should watch out for another woman stealing your husband if you keep giving Hank the cold shoulder. Hank is young and has a promising future. He’s quite handsome and looks like a bachelor. Many young women have a thing for mature men like him with a successful career.” Hank was a manager with a five-figure basic monthl

Hank takes a deep breath and says: "And that's the biggest problem, what for? It's as if someone wants to eliminate Theon, but what for? Even if Theon is gone, Hayden will inherit his title and later his sons, and after them, Tony and later their Gamma and next head warriors. So even if it's Ryan working on getting rid of Theon, it will change nothing for him. He could only gain something if Connie was a Luna here and..." When he says the last word, his breath suddenly gets rapid, and he starts panting and sweating as if in great pain. "Hank, are you alright?" I ask, getting closer to him as he leans against me and starts trembling violently. Before he could collapse, I managed to drag him i

Hank said with a chuckle. "In that case, Hank is the second T of T Faction and has the right to use all the resources of T Faction from now on. Treat him as you would treat me. I hope all of you will cooperate with him," announced Stan. "Thanks, Stan! I hope all of you will support me. Let me know if you ever need my help. I won't refuse!" Hank got up and said as he nodded to the others. He was excited. He finally made the leap.

Unfortunately, Hank’s Titanium Leo-roar might be effective toward fighters below the grandmaster level, but it was ineffective toward Terry, someone who was already a grandmaster for a long time. Hank’s expression changed. He hastily halted his attack and lifted his hands to protect his neck. Hank left the ground and flew toward the back. The attack was so powerful that the bones in his arms cracked. Terry narrowed his eyes. It seemed to him that Hank’s strength was nearly on par with grandmasters. If it weren't for the fact that his throat was damaged and couldn't handle too much inner energy, his Titanium Leo-roar might have done some damage to him.