Jd Hawkins Novels & Stories

I was interrupted by a soft voice against my ear. "Courtney please come I want you to meet someone," Jason whispered in my ear. I excuse myself and walk with him. "Courtney this is Mr. Howard, the owner of this hotel and dad's best friend." He introduced. I look at the man in his mid-50's. He had a genuine smile on his lips. I smile back at him. "So you are the one that stole my boy's heart away?" he questioned me. I was startled at the question. I look at Jason for an answer.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

I sigh, running my hand through my hair. "Can I see Grayson, please?" Malik looks stunned for a moment. "Right. Ah, he's in the Vengeance Pack right now. I'll let him know you're back." Finally, I follow Malik inside, who still is asking me relentless questions about where I've been the past five days. Honestly all I want to do is collapse my weak body into a bed, but I supplied Malik with the basics of my kidnapping. I left out details of the strange Huntsman named Cal from a Pack unknown. He told me to keep a secret, and at this time, I'm not jumping on the idea of selling him out. I mean, he's proved how good he is with a bow and arrow...

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

“He had his own work outside, and running a pack was going to be harder for him. He saw it as a responsibility that he didn’t want to take, and one of the things that my mother loved about him was that he was a free soul.” “He would go for days and tend to things. I remember him coming back injured sometimes, she would tend to his cuts, and I would help them out.” I said, wrapping an arm around myself. “I remember often asking what happened, he would tell me that he was a hero. He wouldn’t tell me of what, and after mom passed away, I knew better than to ask. I just helped him out with the cuts and wounds.” Diego nodded, and I took a deep breath before we passed a shack of fries. I looked aw

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

Given his size, maybe we should consider making his position permanent. I shake my head and say, "No way. The chances of that happening again are so slim." I can't help but recall that we already have Addison and Aiden, and then Beatrix and Brooklyn. Hera insists, "The last time I was this big was when I was pregnant with Beatrix and Brooklyn. I'm telling you, it's twins." I counter, "And I'm telling you, it's just a big boy ready to take over the family business." She shoots me a deadly look. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under.

I don't have nobody else for family, only my grandma. I mean, thankfully I have my best friend Jade Henshaw, she's like a sister to me. We're both 17 years old and juniors at Lakevalley High School. Jade is stunning; she's about my height, maybe an inch shorter than I and I'm about 5'7". She has brown hair with lighter blonde highlights and honey-colored eyes. We met a couple years after my parents died when we were about 6 years old.

She completely shut down, and I don’t know how to make it better. Brent has been keeping me updated with the latest things that have been going on with Liverpool, which I was grateful for. As much as dear old Dad didn’t want to keep me informed about anything, I still held a lot of power and respect in my pack, unlike him, so I was happy that Brent and Alex were messaging me daily.