Romans & histoires Hannibal Harris

At 23, she had thought she might grow a bit taller, but her 5'2" frame stubbornly remained. She had a petite but curvy figure, a body that made her look softer than she felt inside. Her hair—thick, wild, and as red as fire—cascaded down her back in unruly curls. It was impossible to tame, impossible to hide. Her brown eyes, large and expressive, often betrayed her emotions before she could mask them. Right now, they were filled with nervous energy as she focused on the ticket scanner in front of her. She bit down on her full lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. "Alright," the woman continued, pointing towards a section of the venue. "So, when guests come in, you scan their

The look in his eyes makes me nervous but I remain still and quiet while I wait for him to start talking "Tony, about an hour ago Nathan, Daniel and Micky found a girl out in the forest. She claimed not to be a Rogue and she didn't smell like one either but she wouldn't tell them who she was. She would only speak to me so I came straight down here." I have no idea who it could be so I remain quiet and wait for him to explain more. The look on his face turns nervous as he takes in a deep breath and runs his free hand through his hair and I snap unable to bear the silence anymore. "Who is it, Nicky?" I feel my whole body tense up suddenly dreading his answer. "Tony, it's Ro-" Before he can fin

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

The voice of our butler, Harris—a short, scrawny, balding man—crackled through the speaker. The heavy iron gates began to roll open. I offered a genuine smile to the security camera, waving slightly. “I missed you, Harris.” It wasn’t a lie. He was the closest thing I had to a grandfather, and far more of a father figure than the Alpha who shared my blood. “I shall have a bowl of Skittles and a Coke ready for you in the kitchen, yes?” he asked warmly. “You know me too well,” I said, walking through the threshold. “But I’m afraid I’ll need something a lot stronger to drink today.”

On the other side of the city, Selena had completely fallen asleep and her quads were left on their own in their rooms. Selena would never guess it, instead of sleeping, her children were wide awake, dealing with their next plan. The four of them watched as Alexander Lancaster panicked through their laptop screen. Yes, it was all their plan. The system was hacked by them. This time, the mastermind was Harrison. Just like his father and siblings, he was born a genius. At a young age, he had learnt coding and creating computer systems.

Adrian frowned, "I knew that a long time ago." "What?" Chase was taken aback. 'He knew a long time ago?' "How?” he asked with a surprised look. "What makes you think that you could possibly know more than me, the legate of Wyvern Peak? In fact, I know a lot more than you could ever imagine. Hannibal's alive, and this is all just a plot he has orchestrated, including your death." "H-Hannibal's alive? How? Wouldn't that make him a three-hundred-year-old freak?!"

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

Alex does not fall asleep the night Harris finally says the name. They are standing in a quiet evidence room that smells like paper and old coffee, photos spread across the metal table, red strings connecting faces to accounts to properties that should not exist. Victor Bellamy. The name lands heavy, like a door slamming shut in Alex’s head. ----------------- “Cartels,” Harris says quietly. “Weapons. Human trafficking. Corporate laundering, you just name it,we have been trying to get him arrested but half the city thinks he’s a philanthropist.”

“It's about Sophia. I need to find out where she is and what happened to her. I thought you might have some connections that could help.” Harris's expression softened, and he nodded. “Of course, Daniel. Let me make a few calls.” He picked up his phone and started dialing, speaking in low tones to various contacts. Each minute felt like an eternity, my anxiety growing with each passing second. Finally, he hung up and looked at me. “I've got a lead. Henry is in town, but it seems he’s in hiding. And apparently he’s working with Vito Romano, some crime syndicate boss from France.”