Hawks Bnha Novels & Stories

He nodded eagerly and said, "Yeah, I just don't think about getting it that often." We settled into a quiet corner. I watched as several people sitting at tables around us got up and left immediately. "So why Khaos?" I asked as I watched him devour the plate of sushi. He obviously did like it and wasn't just trying to show off or impress me. He smiled and sat back in his seat with a sushi roll gripped between the chopsticks in midair like it was easy. "Well... I guess with a last name like Bane, Mom had to get a little creative with my first name. Plus, I often live up to it, so maybe she was onto something."

Opening this one one it read: “Greetings Alpha Dario, This is a notice/invite of the Head Council meeting holding at the creek falls. Please do well to attend the meeting as the agenda for the day, is you. Failure to attend would result in a full blown war (same with every other tribe who fails to attend) Thank you for your cooperation”.

I grabbed it tightly and did not let it go. We approached them, and Hannia formally introduced me—Dad and Xander. I want you to meet my guide, Bruno Caranthir. —Alpha Hansen and Xander, you don't know how much I wanted to meet you. Hannia has told me beautiful things about you,— I said, being as polite as possible. —Bruno, I thank you for taking care of my daughter during this time,— said Alpha Hansen. I was surprised to see him in such good shape, even though he is a little old to continue in the position of Alpha.

It almost looks like. I slap a hand over my mouth. "No. It can't be." Holding my breath, unable to reconcile the image on my phone with the name beneath his picture, my mouth drops open. Shock assaults me as I re-read the caption again: "Connor Mennetti, businessman Nolan Mennetti's oldest son, attends the opera with his date, Shelby Walsh."

Harry and I decided to sit on the sand and just stared at the sea which looked absolutely calm under this dim lit beach having the full moon only giving us light from above us. “You have to show me your tattoo on your ankles.” I begged. Harry chuckles, “Very persistent. One sec.” He pulled out his phone and turned on his flashlight before focusing the light to his left foot. He begins to show me the outer side of his left ankle which said “BLUE” and then to the inner side of this left ankle which said “MOCKINGBIRD”. I gaped.

Cian has his magic to track me, and Noah is an Alpha with unknown abilities. Wiping the blood away, I get to my feet, walking back inside off the porch and into my room. My clothes are a mess everywhere, my life in an untidy shambles since everything has happened. I’ve been attempting to do my own research into these daemon creature I am supposedly related to, but nothing comes up. Not even in the local library, as if nothing on this exists. It makes me doubt how real this all is...what if this is some kind of screwed up dream.

HANA Bash pinned me with the same cold stare he gave me the last time we met. Even in that coldness, I found comfort in his green eyes, green like the ocean, like a forest, like home, like the universe, my universe. "Mr. Merrick. Good morning." I gave him my best professional smile. Dhalia smiled, tucking the strands of her blond hair behind her ears. "She is Hana Levine. I think you should be acquainted with each other since she will be replacing me starting next month."

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

She left the complex feeling relieved, even stopping at a store to pick up cleaning supplies and a bucket of white paint. By the time she finally arrived at the underground fight club, it was already 7:30 PM. Hauling her purchases to her work booth, she tucked them under the table and sighed, adjusting her scarf. Sebastian, the six-foot-four, Hulk-sized security guy, walked in, flashing her a rare smile. "Hello, little lady." Mona grinned. "Hi, Sebastian. How's life treating you?" "Fine. Just hoping today's a good night." "I hope so too."