Hawke Jescie Hall Novels & Stories

He heaved a sigh of relief upon confirming his wife's safety. "Have those bastards already been caught?" Weylin grimaced. "Not yet." Jace's voice sounded low and hesitated. "Such a spine-chilling attack happened and the culprits are still roaming around freely?!" The mafia leader roared. "The leader of the Hawk is in the USA," Jace informed. "And we couldn't get hold of the information about them."

he taunted. Realizing they had truly been discovered, the figure finally stepped out from hiding. "You won't escape today, Chase Collins! This day next year will be the anniversary of your death!" he declared confidently. "Who are you?" Chase asked. He was puzzled by the vaguely familiar face. He was unable to recall where he had seen him before. The man's expression twisted in frustration. He was infuriated that the target of his hatred did not even remember him. "Chase, you're too arrogant! I'm Albus Hawkins, the chief hall master of the Martial Soul Hall!"

We headed out the door and drove to Honey Dew Crematorium. When we arrived at the scene, we were brought up to date by a cop that neither of us had seen before. Jack Robertson had just transferred from New York, he was tall, about 6’3” and very handsome features. He has piercing brown eyes, square jaw and straight nose, he very much looked like a male model. As I looked at him, she thought that he looked kind of like Tucker but quickly shook that imagery out of her mind. “One of the victims was a college student by the name of Kamey Stewart, she had also been reported missing about two days ago.” Officer Robertson’s voice sounded strained, like he was fighting to keep his food down.

“Are you alright? You sound . . . out of breath.” “I’m . . . fine. What . . . is it?” Jesse breathed out. Connie had begun to bounce so fast the bed was rocking along with the box spring squeaking up a storm. “I think I might have done something . . . dumb. I told Dad about Hawk Calhoun and Ava.” “What? What are you . . . talking about?” Jesse did his best to listen as Dax explained what he had seen at the Town Pump they had stopped at last night.

I paused and glanced back at Susanne and Viktor as I approached the door, and without so much as a word to them, I walked inside, ignoring Viktor even as he kept calling my name. My heart stalled the moment I walked inside and saw Mr. Hall with three men in black suits, sitting around a table and discussing. An awkward silence crept into the atmosphere, their eyes locked on me. “Who are…” one of the men was asking when Mr. Hall spoke up. “She is Jessica Hemsworth. My assistant…” Mr. Hall paused, then looked at one of the men and continued. “Jessica is an artist, and she's best at what she does.” My jaw almost reached the ground, and I froze on the spot.

he told them. The alpha nodded her head. She had short brown hair and a no-nonsense attitude. He sniffed cautiously and realized they were both wearing a layer of blockers. Not enough to hide their designations, but their emotions would be harder to read. “That’s fine, Alpha Hawke. I’m Jody Mills and this is my partner Donna Hanscum. We just need to ask you a few questions.” “Anything,” Atlas told her seriously. “Can you tell me how your mate became sick?” she asked as she took out a pad of paper from her pocket.

He practically trips over his own boots as he hurries over to the driver's side, bowing his head in deep, terrified respect as the heavy rear window rolls down three inches. I don't bother looking over until the vehicle gives a short, sharp double-tap of its heavy horn. I turn my head. Through the dark glass, I catch a glimpse of a razor-sharp, masculine jawline, dark cropped hair, and a single, glowing golden eye staring directly at me. Celt Hawkridge. A slow, dangerous smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "Locked outside the gates, Joxie?" his deep baritone rumbles through the cracked glass, smooth as velvet and heavy as iron.

“If he’s not a D’Amaris, then I want to know who the hell he is. Find every Lorenzo you can linked to the western packs. Or anyone who’s used that name before. And if not Lorenzo, then trace D’Amaris. That surname came from somewhere. I want a trail, no matter how faint. And I want your eyes on Maxine. I still find it odd that our men died when they were on duty to keep her safe. And then this… I want eyes and ears on her, not to protect her this time.” Hunter hesitated, shifting on his feet. “And… what about Valerie? Do you plan to tell her? She has the right to know.” I looked down at the faint glow of her message still on my phone, her simple words: ‘He stopped by again. Nothing unusual.’

"So today's incident was supposedly caused by a guy named Dominic Fleming. What's his background?" "I heard he killed Carter and then somehow brought him back to life. That's way too ridiculous, isn't it?" Someone else snorted dismissively. "That's complete bullshit. Jessica has gone missing, so of course the Hales are searching for her. She's Shaun's fiancée, so it's not strange for the Joneses to help. "That guy only managed to latch onto the Harris family because of the older generation's wartime friendship. Otherwise, do you really think he would've walked out of the Hale residence unharmed?"

Juliana instantly let her fake tears roll down her cheeks when she saw Hawk was in a miserable state. She quickly pounced on Hawk and yelled at Harvey with teary eyes. "You fool! Do you know what you did? Hawk is a noble from Lost City, and I'm the scion of one of Grand City's Seven Families! Hawk is also White Peak's VIP! You're finished… You're a walking corpse! White Peak's predecessor, Ares, holds Hawk in high regard, and he won't spare you for hurting someone he values!"