Hawks Real Name の小説・ストーリー

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

she continued and he was laughing again, shaking his head in disbelief like he couldn't believe she just did that. "I like you already," he commented and she rolled her eyes. Hunter said the same thing. Why the ones she didn't want are liking her and the special one she wants was straight on ignoring her existence, jeez. Irony. "By the way, what's your name?" She asked randomly while folding her arms across her chest. "I'm Luca Perez." The guy with steel gray eyes said.

Squinching nose and lifting his eyebrows he made allegations. "So, you know him. You already knew his name." I asked, I wanted to listen to the truth from his mouth. "Yes, I know him, what is the big shocker in this? Everyone knows him after all he is the most famous businessman; Mr Tristan Jael, aka Deven" What shocked me next was the fact that he knew his real name as well. This information which I got to have just some hours ago he is already fully equipped with.

We walk hand in hand back to the pack house, spending the next few hours making sure everything is stable. “Maximus,” I whisper, signaling him to step outside. He excuses himself from his men and follows me out. “What’s the matter? Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asks, concern etched in his voice. “I just wanted to tell you… I want to keep my real identity hidden,” I say firmly. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone my story. And promise me you’ll never call me Hyera.” His brows furrow in confusion. “I understand you don’t want anyone to know who you truly are, but the name—”

I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to find words that wouldn’t sound like excuses. “Mimi,” I started quietly, “there’s something you need to know. Something I should’ve told you from the beginning.” She crossed her arms, guarded. “Then tell me.” I nodded, swallowed hard, and began. “My real name isn’t just Ethan Hale. It’s Ethan Hale of Hale & Co.” Her brows furrowed. “The construction firm?”

Letting my gun rest casually in his direction, on my lap. His eyes lock onto my gun, before he manages to stand up, moving his hands along his throat, as if to relieve some of the pain. "I don't know a whole lot..." He begins, making my feet hit the ground, as I clasp the gun, pointing it in his direction. "I just know a name." He quickly states, peeking my interest. "What name?" I ask. "Rapture." He says. "What kind of name is that?" I ask. "It's not his real name. Only his hacker name. No one knows his real name." He states.

Hawk asks. "I've already answered that." Our phones indicate a new message once more. "How do we know you're on our side?" I ask instead, knowing that whoever is behind this isn't going to answer any personal questions. "We both want the same thing." Our phones read out. "Which is?" Hawk asks. "Cole Finch." I read the new message on my screen, making me look at my brother. "Who?" Hawk asks; however, I choose to explain instead. "Silvio William's real name is Cole Finch." I explained.

I didn't drink last night nor did I smoke anything so why the heck am I seeing things? There was no way in hell the Legendary Killian Greenberg was standing in this room. I'd recognize him even in my dreams. Tan skinned, long black hair he keeps plaited, ears pierced with small earrings, and the tattoos snaking up his arms and neck. This was the real deal. This is the real Killian Greenburg, my hockey hero and nerd 2.0 just called him dad?

I mumbled to myself as I slowly pushed his door open. Julius looked as though he’d just finished putting on his shorts and was about to look for a t-shirt when I walked in. He didn’t look up at me, completely unfazed by my presence despite his half-naked appearance. I took the opportunity to take a good look, noticing the small flecks of scars littering his body, marring his otherwise smooth sun-kissed skin. “You’ve fought in battle?” I found myself asking. “I’m Alpha to one of the largest packs, that’s a given.” He responded as he put on a shirt, raising his eyebrow at me as if to say I’d just asked a stupid question.

I nodded my head. "That's good. So, what's your name." He asked. "Hillary Hunter." I replied. "H.H," He said as he thought briefly. "That's the initials of my father." I didn't respond. "He's late." He said soberly. "I'm...sorry." I said remorsefully He stared at me and then slowly his sober face developed a full grown smile. "My father isn't dead. The old bastard is as healthy as a Swine. H.H is not my father's initials but rather is that of my last sex companion. Herringdale Harvey."