Hank X Connor Novels & Stories

Taylor, Logan, Nancy, Mila and two guards are right behind us. It takes us about three hours to make it to Storm Forrest pack. When we make it to the entrance of her pack her father, brother and his Luna are waiting by the entrance. “Nick, what a pleasant surprise, what brings you today” Mila’s father Jacob Gibson says, shaking my hand. I lean forward and shake Mila's brother Thomas Gibson and his Luna Mara hand. "Nick, how are things going? I heard about your Luna. I'm glad she was found". Thomas says and I can see the sincerity in his eyes.

“Wait, what’s going on?” Dad wiped his jaws, silently. Max didn’t speak either. Realization slowly dawns on me. “Please, don’t tell me you’re in bed with Hank? Hank? He’s a fucking drug dealer.” Max rubbed his forehead, wiping blood from dripping into his eyes. “Why do you think Hank’s untouchable in this town? Why do you think the mayor and the sheriff allow him to run wild? Hank’s connected. Guess who he is connected to!?” I gasped, taking a step away from my father. “It can’t be. Please it can’t be.”

“Connor Leroy.” The voice was smooth. Too smooth. I turned just in time to see him approaching. Fake smile in place. Perfect posture. Dangerous eyes. My stomach sank slightly. Of course he knows him. Connor didn’t even flinch. He just smiled wider, like this was a game he was already enjoying. “Xavier Lockwood,” he replied. Before I could stop him, Connor stepped slightly closer to me and casually draped an arm around my shoulders. Not possessive. Just… intentional.

Jake freezes as does the dark beauty in front of him. “Wow, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen,” she says looking at him. She drops her gun and stares into Jakes black eye. “I’m ordered to kill you, why can’t I?” Jake gives Hank back control. “Because we are mates,” Hank answers. “I’m Hank Reynolds.” “Juliet Collins,” she says, smirking at his naked body. “I feel the connection.

I notice the sarcasm in his voice, but I see that he is as pissed because of it as I would be if I were at his place. "But even if now my pack warriors give you such a puny experience I assure you at home I have warriors worthy of any admiration," he says, standing up. "I don't know much about werewolf's fighting strategies, but what is your opinion about Theon’s plan?" "Well, he's good at it; if we manage to pull this on, it will be a great victory for our people and..." "Well, well, who did we get here?" I hear the sweet voice. Hank and I look in the direction of the door and see Connie standing at the entrance.

Connor shot her a glance, eyes sharp with contempt, then stood abruptly. He walked to the balcony and made a phone call. Within five minutes, five burly men stepped into the room. With a cold expression, Connor pointed to Hannah, who by now was writhing under the drug's influence, her body trembling, her face flushed and glistening with sweat. "Her," he said flatly. "Do whatever you want with her." "Yes, Sir," one of the men replied.

"Look, you keep on watching. I'll get brother Derek out here to join you." Oliver nodded as Charles sprinted back to the banquet hall to alert Derek. Within five minutes, both Derek and Charles reconvened with Oliver. "What's so urgent, Oliver? You received important information about the Connors?" asked Derek. "Brother Derek, have a look." replied Oliver, pointing at Kenan on his phone screen. "This man is Kenan Gonzalez; he claims he is the son of your driver Hector." said Oliver, surprising Derek. "What? Hector's son is working with the Connors?" asked a surprised Derek.

After the call was disconnected, Caesar asked, “Tony? The guy on the international wanted list?” Hank nodded and said, “That’s him! He started as a mercenary, known for his ruthlessness and high kill count. He came here six years ago and I took him in. He’s been working for me since then.” Caesar nodded excitedly and said with a smile, “That’s great! If he’s in charge, then I can sit back and relax!” Philip Clark would die for sure! Hank patted Caesar on the shoulder and said, “Let’s go and meet him.”

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

My heart beat loudly when I saw it was an unknown number calling. Was my sister in trouble again? “Hello?” I greeted. “Hazel Thompson?” “This is her.” “This is the Heart Care Psychiatric ward. I wanted to inform you that Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy have discontinued the payment for your brother, Drake Thompson’s treatment. If it is not paid by the time the week ends, we’ll have to discharge him.” I felt like crying. My grandparents were the ones who were supposed to cover the cost of my brother’s treatment—a brother nobody but my family knew existed.