Jd Hawkins Novels & Stories

It was like walking into a wave. I was still adjusting to the light when the commentator's voice roared through the speakers. "AND HERE COME YOUR FLORIDA STATE ICEHAWKS! Led out by captain August Reynolds, who we understand will be taking his talents to the USA Hockey National Team Development Program in January! This is the man's last outing as FSU captain, folks, and what a stage to go out on!"

Just walked—back and forth, back and forth—as if his heartbeat was tethered to the door. Serena had rarely seen him like this. His love for Jina was no secret, but seeing it displayed so openly, with such fear and vulnerability, pulled something painful inside her chest. Her father stood nearby, hands behind his back, eyes fixed on the floor. He didn’t move, but Serena knew his mind had drifted to the past. To the woman he had lost. The great love of his life. Serena’s mother. His silence spoke volumes. And her other brother, usually the most composed, looked like he might burst into tears if he heard one more scream.

He looked at his watch standing up straightening his jacket. "Mr Richards will see you out," he said in a firm voice leaving them dumbfounded they were about to object when he cut them off saying. "Ms Davidson I need you," he said walking off I flashed the men an apologetic look quickly catching up, he called the private elevator and we stepped in. This man was truly a jackass. The doors opened and he walked to his desk sitting down running his hand through his hair.

Hunter stood beside me, sharp‐eyed and steady, while the rest of my men waited beyond the door, ready to move the moment I gave the word. But my mind wasn’t on any of it. It was on my wife. The one person that I didn’t want caught in this. She sat at the far end of the training courtyard, her legs folded beneath her, breathing steady. Trying to suppress fear. Trying to pretend she wasn’t shaken by what happened in her office. Trying to pretend she wasn’t holding something she didn’t understand. She shouldn’t have to train. She shouldn’t have to fight. I didn’t want her to do so, and yet, knowing her, knowing how stubborn she was, thinking of stopping her was like trying to stop a hurricane.

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

Maya yelled out in anger at Mimi. "Sorry." Mimi held up her hand in defeat. "I didn't mean to reopen old wounds....... I didn't mean to make you upset. " Mimi apologized making Maya feel bad for yelling at her. "I am the one who is supposed to apologize....... I yelled at you for just speaking your mind but please don't bring that man's name up again especially when Nora is around........ She has never asked about him and it will stay that way. " JFK AIRPORT. David looked out of his jet as it landed on the tarmac of the airport straight into his private hanger, a privilege only a few in the world enjoy.

"I know that I am one of the lucky ones and you have heard some of the horror stories, but without that program, I wouldn't have Aiden and I wouldn't have found Harry." "What's going to happen once Aiden reaches 5?" "Aiden will go into Delta Warrior Training, but he won't stay in site. He'll come home." "And any daughters you may have?" "We would get them tested, but we'd try to make sure that they were bought by decent men if possible and if we were unable to do that, we wouldn't put them into the program." I nodded as I wrote all this down. "What would you do if your daughter came back and said she'd been hurt, raped or beaten? Would you take her back in?"

My breath caught in my throat. Standing right in front of me was Hudson Monette. He was the famous, star hockey player of Team America, and a literal household name. Seeing him up close, he carried an undeniable aura of power, though a shadow of grief always seemed to linger around his sharp features. Everyone knew his story, he was the illegitimate son of Hillary Monette, the legendary hockey pro who had tragically died in a horrific car accident just four years ago.

Clinton stood beside me as the instructor set up the board. As we climbed onto the board, Clinton took the lead. He positioned himself first, feeling out the balance and control of the flyboard. With a powerful surge of water from the jets, he lifted off the surface, rising into the air with ease. I watched, breathless, as he soared above the water, his movements smooth and confident.

"This is everything. Harvard, the money, nationals..." "Which is exactly why you can't give up now." Coach's expression softened. "Look, I'm not going to lie to you. This is going to be brutal. Diego's starting from zero, and you've got three weeks but you're the best debater I've ever coached. If anyone can pull off a miracle, it's you." "You want me to train him?" "I want you to save your team." He pushed off the wall. "Carmen's got her hands full managing everyone else. Raj and Jamie are working on research. Mia's prepping rebuttals which leaves you."