Hannibal Bates Novels & Stories

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

Hannah asked as she let out a light chuckle. "It's a rare sight to see you getting close to someone else other than family." "I don't." As expected, Nina shook her head immediately. Her eyes widened as she continued firmly, "But I'm familiar with Mr. Nicholl's aura … Mr. Nicholl, you used to be in the military, right?" Fabian, who had been standing upright with a stoic expression, was slightly taken aback. His expression softened as he asked, "Is it that obvious?" Hannah's eyes flickered. When she was investigating Hailee's foreign trade company, she found out it had worked temporarily with the government.

“Snow, you are absolutely incredible. Do you know this?” Damien said. I looked up at him bewildered. I just told this man that the largest assassin company in the world was out to get him personally, and he thinks I'm incredible? I shook my head at him. “What?” I said.

he asked once the system was running. “Cassandra Patrice.” Caleb supplied smoothly, his knowledge of her name was thanks to Magnolia and not necessarily because his terrified mate had been forthcoming with any information. He watched Iggy type in the name and then pause for a few seconds before attacking the keyboard in a manner that intrigued Caleb. Having been born in a time that had none of the present gadgets he saw, he was often awed by their abilities, but never bothered enough to learn more about them, he was quite satisfied with the basic knowledge he possessed.

s eyes widened as he nonchalantly answered, “Just a little more, but that’s all. What brings you here, Hannibal?” The young man known as Hannibal was one of Adam’s students. He appeared to be around twenty years old, but in reality, he was already forty-five. Had he been as young as he appeared, he would have qualified for the recent Martial Arts Cup. Hannibal was half a step from the invincibilis state, and it could be said that he was Adam’s golden boy. Hannibal said, “Sir, our intelligence shows that a Rheasian has been making trouble in the country after showing up out of nowhere. He injured many people and provoked Murica publicly. Our police officers are no match for him and failed to

A figure emerged from the tree line—a tall man with the unmistakable confidence of someone who thought he was in control. Benton Nye. I had only seen his picture in the dossier Hana provided on the drive from the farm to the park. His picture had been burned into my mind—a man with sharp features, dark hair, and a smirk that barely concealed his arrogance. The dossier detailed his role as the leader of the American Hunter Association, his calculated brutality, and his obsession with destroying the supernatural and avenging his mentor, Sakina Adio. He didn’t just kill supernatural beings—he studied them, broke them, and experimented on them.

Hunter Bates, the lead singer of Aftershock, has been taken into custody. He snuck into Emma Rhodes' house and began choking her. He is being charged with attempted murder. There are other models from Model Perfect coming forward with accusations against Hunter Bates. The police have opened up several investigations into the private life of Hunter Bates, who will soon be facing many years in person. I turn the television off. It's nice to hear the journalists tell the truth for once. For once my story has been turned around for a positive outcome. The part with Hunter Bates in it can end, and I can face the surgery with an open mind.

||Hardie Morrison|| Trailing deeper into the heart of the dark passageway, it later burst open in a partially light blue hallway. A large clubhouse might fit in, maybe. My both hand in my pants pockets, I stood godly, scanning around the hallway. Just at the other end sat the two fuckers who actually thought it'll do them good by striking a deal with me, not a good deal though. Jamel Grayson. Gareth Sebastian. I hate to hear those name and now I'm meeting with them? But well, I have to do this.

Though Stanley was aware of what Bailey was trying to do, he decided not to defend himself and continued to watch the few of them in silence. The man’s eyes were calm, and his face was as steady as a rock. Bailey’s eyes were able to capture the indifference in his expression perfectly. However, she was convinced that Stanley was faking it to avoid revealing himself. “But our Stan is Dr. Batton’s grandson…” Bailey added. “Dr. Batton’s grandson is extremely hideous. How can a handsome boy like him be Stanley Batton? You must be joking with me!” Henry insisted. Upon hearing that, Jeremy’s face darkened instantaneously…