Jane Hawk Series Novels & Stories

“How did he even find out about me? It was supposed to be a top-tier secret. How did he get access to that information?” She whimpered, her eyes wide with fear. She knew I had a gun pointed at her head, and she knew I wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger if she lied to me again. “Please, Jane, please,” she begged. “I’ve told you everything I know. He hacked into your father’s company database and found out about your existence. He tracked you down and seduced you. He married you for your money, not for any silly contract you guys had planned. He planned to get rid of you after he got his hands on your fortune. He’s a very greedy man, Jane. He already has so much, but he wants more. He wants

Jane explained, leaning forward. Jane requested something to be brought, and one of Mr. Frank’s men brought forward a container of drives and files. Jane picks up one of the drives. “Henna wants Sophia to be kidnapped. I want Sophia to be gone for good. But more importantly, I want Henna gone as well, and this… this provides the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone,” Jane murmured to herself.

"Perhaps we should sit back and do nothing. The Hawk is about to come to harm at his own race's hand." "Tell me more," Finnbheara ordered, his interest piqued. "I discovered that the Hawk is to be wed in a few days. He is affianced by his mortal king's decree. Destruction is about to befall him. You see, my liege, King James has ordered the Hawk to wed a woman named Janet Comyn. The king has made it clear that if the Hawk doesn't wed this woman, he will destroy both the Douglas and Comyn clans."

Waking her I said come on Honey, we must have really been bushed, it's 7 O' clock and we need to get ready for work. Jane went and showered first whilst I put the coffee on. Then as normal I went to shave and wash whist Jane dressed. When I came back into the bedroom I took a double take. Jane has a very attractive figure but normally dresses conservatively and usually in Trouser suits for work but today she had put on an attractive floral print halter neck dress. She would normally wear a strapless bra but it was evident her breasts moved freely within the top and the outline of her nipples could be seen. You like she said, very much I replied but not really business attire. Oh I don't know

My dear Jennifer, when Cayden gets here, I will just blow up this whole place. Jennifer's eyes got bigger and wider with fear. "What?" Jennifer exclaimed, her voice trembling. "You can't be serious! You'll kill everyone!" Hawk laughed again, and the sound was so scary that it made Jennifer shiver. "I had to decide between running away and ending it all." Jennifer's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to comprehend Hawk's words. "You will blow up your own pack? Why?" she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. Hawk's eyes gleamed with twisted satisfaction. "They betrayed me, Jennifer. They all turned their backs on me when I needed them the most," he hissed, venom dripping from his

From this hornet incident, it seems that Black Hawk has no malice to herself. If she guessed correctly, the only reason why the wasp didn't sting her was that the sticker on her body was coated with some special spices, which made the wasp afraid of the smell. So does Ethan who held her was stung by the wasp, while the others were even more miserable. Now the Black Hawk has given her three hints in a row. Do they want her to take the initiative to find them? The next afternoon. Thanks to Jane Hill the "meow live" platform continues to soar, now she also sweet-talks Gerard to invest and also become an anchor in Meowa, of course solidly to just expanding her influence!

One shot and the prey came down. Jane rushed toward it, raising her new knife as she did. She was pure instinct and swift. And breathtaking. Kneeling before the writhing mammal, she lifted it by the ear and slit its throat. Her move was quick. The hare's pain was fleeting as it breathed its last. I stood still, watching my mate. Her eyes were the color of yellow topaz as she beheld the blood flowing out of the dead hare. Her beast was awake. Now, she awaited the full moon.

“You’ve answered my question. Is there any possibility that anyone at Oriri knows about the existence of this key? Could have traced your use of a maintenance software outside of usual maintenance operations?” “None,” said Jane confidently. “I’m good at my job.” “And one last question,” started Kade. “What do you know about the hitman that Oriri hired to take out Burt Johnson?” Jane and Peter both went a few shades paler. “Let me rephrase that,” Raven interjected, focusing on Jane. “Do you have a name?” “A codename,” Jane admitted. “He calls himself the Jackal.” Kade nodded sharply. He said nothing.

Jane ran the city like a silver streak, muscles lit with fire, wind tearing the sound from her throat as she chased the shadow that called itself Sabaoth. Below, Sydney burned and held—sirens, broken glass, the iron chorus of distant guns. Above, two bodies leapt roof to roof: light hunting ash. Behind, Jake’s rifle clicked empty. “What the hell is she doing!?” he shouted, watching Jane vault the embattlement and vanish into the dark.

he asked, leaning against the doorframe. Jack stood, his smile casual but knowing. “Got someone I want you to meet,” he said, gesturing to the door. “New assistant, fresh out of college. She’s gonna be working with you on some projects.” Nate raised an eyebrow, his grin skeptical. “You setting me up with paperwork now?” Jack laughed, shaking his head. “Just trust me.” The door opened, and Jane walked in, her dark hair pulled back, her blazer neat, a stack of folders in her arms. She froze when she saw Nate, her eyes widening for a split second before her face went blank, cool, like she didn’t know him at all.