Herc Hansen Novels & Stories

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

Hunter said laughing I smiled handing him the box. "Thank you," he smiled turning to face the doors. This building was much bigger than my previous place of work and the design was modern, I liked it but with my fear of heights I hoped I didn't have a desk near a window. The doors opened and we stepped out immediately being greeted Mr Persons his eyes landing on me. I cleared my throat uncomfortable under his gaze. "Follow me," he told us in a firm voice and we did as he lead us to a desk a couple feet away. We were immediately greeted by a brunette who looked as if she could be a model everybody had someone they would be gay for and I think she could be mine.

After Tyr Summers took care of these men, he stared back at Erik Hansen and walked toward him, step by step. “You... what do you want?” At this very moment, Erik was frightened by the horrendous aura from Tyr. Tyr did not say a word as he approached Erik like a demon. “I… I am Erik Hansen, the young master of the Hansen family, one of the four great families in East Province. If you dare to touch me, my family will definitely...”

Then his picture, name, and other related information appeared. "Henri Fabious, 26 years of age, A+ blood type," Henri unconsciously read the information. 'From Kalantiaw to Estefan; then, Estefan to Joshua; now, Joshua to Henri," says a tiny voice from his head. She did the same, " 26 years old archaeologist, AB normal, Ahri Hauntsen. So, I am now Ahri Hauntsen. Geez, this is insane," she murmured.

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

ALVA It was dark by the time we arrived. As we highlighted the Mercedes, I looked up at the house that looked old yet timeless and said with the baddest bone in my body, "Actually, now some things about you are starting to make sense." The mansion in the distance was vast, probably very old but it had been renovated times too many to even be considered a classical house. Much like Nikolas Sica; an enigma that seemed more like a cancer. He was a man of many talents. A mix of trouble and danger. I heaved in just thinking about what his mother would be like. Nikolas seemed very demanding when he insisted that his mother had to like me. I had gave it a long thought. Initially, I believed it was

But I wasn’t so sure about her just yet. I had pulled her file today morning. Her full name was Inez Hale. She is 24, studied at Yale, passed with flying colors. There was no record of her parents, indicating she was an orphan. She grew up in multiple foster homes before she moved out when she was 18.

Emma mumbled as she served another spoonful of Russian salad on his plate. "Thin and Rasmus?" Angela asked in a gasp as she looked at Rasmus and then at her mom. "Mom, are you serious? The man looks like a giant," Angela exasperated. Aurora smiled softly and Hunter snorted. Emma glared at Angela and before she would scold her daughter, Xander grabbed her waist and pulled her down on his lap as she gasped.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.