Hank X Connor Novels & Stories

It was predicted that the two stooges among the relatives had not recognized affluent people like Bradmus and Raphael, sulking nearby. However, they were familiar with Jordan’s appearance. ‘Is this Jordan Grand?’ Hank looked in disbelief. “You’re Mister Jordan Grand?” Hank asked Jordan with a smile. “Yes, and you are?” Jordan could not recognize Hank as he only regularly associated with much more influential people. After all, Hank was only considered to be a person of minor status. “Hello, Mister Grand. My name is Hank Akers. I had the privilege to meet you once during the previous economic forum.” Hank spoke earnestly.

taking another deep breath i slowly release it and walm down the stairs, The guy i now know is named Skyler watch's me as i descend the stairs before coming over to me as i reach the bottom. He holds out his hand and i graciously taking it "I'm Skyler, and might i say you look fucking delicious in those pants" i blush slightly not really knowing what to say other then to say thank you and introduce myself "I'm Harper and uh thanks" i give him a soft smile and walk past Nixon ignoring him completely.

Connor asked with a deathly stare as he rose up to his feet. "Sir! I…" Hans stammered. Connor shot his gun in the air and the loud sound had Martha covering her ears in shock and in fear. There was no doubt, Connor had turned into an animal now and he wasn't going to give any chance for excuses. "I said, how many fucking men were stationed at this fucking place." he barked. Hans was physically shaking because he knew that it wasn't Connor talking at that moment, it was the devil himself. There were many times he had seen the young billionaire angry but this time around, he was the very definition of anger.

Then, he said to me, "Claire, this is Mr. Connor Hamilton, the exclusive sponsor of the medical relief team." Out of courtesy, I held my hand out for a handshake, and he returned it with a cold, detached expression. His hand was just as cold as his personality. Dr. Lane murmured to me, "He's got a difficult temper, so you'd better not get on his bad side. It'll be hard for the medical relief team to complete our mission if he gets upset." I hummed in acknowledgment before taking my seat beside Connor. Ever so gingerly, I tried to buckle my seatbelt while avoiding the wound in my abdomen.

After grilling the hamburgers, Connor sits beside me and says in confidence. “Don’t s… say it to the gu… guys, but I’m go… going to do a trea… treatment to stu… stu… stutter.” Connie stares at me looking for some support and I don’t know what to say. Connie, among the Vaugh brothers, is the most handsome, his brown livid eyes, dark hair, tanned, with a strong and masculine Adonis body, that the symbol of Greek beauty would die of envy. I don’t think the fact that he stutter makes him a bad man. In the end I actually think his charming in his half shy clumsy way.

he said. I heard the smile in his voice as he leaned over my shoulder to twist the doorknob and push inwards. It swung open without hesitation, and I was blasted by the smell of spilled alcohol and sweat that made me wince. The guy behind me chuckled. “You don’t come to these kinds of things?” he asked, stepping around me when I didn’t answer immediately to catch a glimpse of my face. I looked up in time to lock eyes with Connor Holden. If the Sanguis Pack’s hierarchy worked like high school, then Connor was one of its golden boys: Handsome, with messy, dark blond hair and a leanly-muscled frame that never failed to attract eyes when he was training in the fields.

Connor was not sure with the way he was slipping in and out of consciousness. He looked older than Connor remembered. He was now streaked with gray, but his presence was as solid as ever. Tino, the last man loyal to Alonzo Romano—Connor’s father, the former Italian mafia don before their world had been wiped out like ash in the wind. He had been in hiding for almost three years, just like Connor. And now, he was all Connor had.

Tyler looked in the direction of the truck, and the others followed suit. "What's going on, Connor? Something happen to her?" Logan came to stand in front of me. "Just let me deal with this shit. I'll talk to you guys later." "Connor, you move from here; we're gonna have problems. I know you, brother. I can read you like a book, so I can see the fumes coming off you. Talk to me; we've been in tighter spots than this before and pulled through. Now what the fuck happened in the last half an hour to turn you into Killer?"

I said. So Connor made coffee for myself and got himself a beer out of the fridge. One of the other men sat at the table at the same time that Connor did. But Connor grabbed my chair from underneath and pulled it over to him, so that I was directly beside him and not near either of those men. “Who are you?” I asked, looking at the other guy. “I’m Henry.” He said. “Dad’s Beta. And Miles’ father.” Connor said. “Does Miles know that they’re here?” I asked.

"Poor baby. Well, listen, I need to show you my new guy. He’s gorgeous, Danny. A total catch." He turned the phone, the camera swinging around to a guy sitting on the edge of a bed, pulling on a shirt. "Hello, Danny?" the guy said. I froze. The voice. The jawline. The way his eyes looked like they were constantly calculating the price of everything in the room. It finally clicked. This was the guy from the club bathroom. The guy who had looked at me like I was gum on the bottom of his shoe while he screamed at Noah. "My name is Connor," he said, giving the camera a slow, knowing smirk.