Jd Hawkins Novels & Stories

"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.

The team was hand-selected by Colonel Benton-Jones, and Archer was there to lead the Tactical Team into missions that were kept out of the public eye. “You alright man?” Johnson asked Archer, snapping his fingers in front of his face. “Huh? Yeah. Sorry.” He shook his head. Johnson sat back on the chair, he was tall in stature, his black hair was shaved short on the sides but long on top. Johnson was one of the drone operatives, someone Archer trusted with his life. Observant down to the millimetre, he valued him as a mate as well as part of his team. His confidence oozed out of him, he had the ability to changes someone’s mind with one word or look.

Ravi raised an eyebrow, "You might be busy with your studies but he never does that." "He is an A+ student. Of course he studies harder than me." Hannah did not like the way he talked about Zion. "Lady, you really don't know him well." Ravi looked at her, "He is an A+++ student with an IQ of 150+ and with a photographic memory. He remembers every tiniest detail about anything even if it just flashes in his line of sight." Hannah placed her hand on the mouth as she gasped hard, "Is it really possible?"

I could see the whole of New York from where I was standing and all its impressive night lights. “What are you talking about?” I asked as I slowly turned around. I was calm while he was angry. That had always been our dynamic. He wore his emotions on his face and mannerisms proudly, I didn’t. I preferred not to let people know what I was thinking or feeling. It made me a little unpredictable and it got people frustrated enough to reveal what they were feeling. “You what I’m talking about, fucker. You hired Hazel fucking Thompson.” He stated. “I did and this is my hotel so I don’t understand how that concerns you.”

Had a crush on Luca when they first meet. His favorite thing about Nixon is his hair. Likes vanilla ice cream with salt and vinegar chips. Likes sweet potatoes but doesn’t like sweet potato pie. Nixon- Prefers cold showers but takes hot ones for Harper’s sake. Hates wearing shoes and socks. (But he does) His favorite color is really pink but he always says black. Hates pickles but likes fried pickles. His favorite thing about Harper is the small scar he has on his hip. (Harper fell out of a tree when he was a kid)

He said seductively. Jackson Harris , was a tall and sturdy man and had slight grey hair and tanned skin, which suited his personality. He was definitely a good-looking man. He could always be seen on the front page of a local magazine and newspapers and national TV shows as he was very witty. “You certainly have some interesting opinions.” She took a sip of her coffee while she looked over her papers. “So how was your game today?” “Oh it was fine but I missed a lot of shots and I was very disappointed,” he said in a dejected voice.

“Thanks, dad, for holding everything together while we’re gone, we should be back Sunday night.” “No problem son, just go find your mate and try to have a good time.” He gives me a slap on the back, and I climb inside, and low and behold John is already strapped into his seat and ready to go. “Finally, Jax, let’s get out of here.” “Yea, yea man I know, I’m here so we can go now. Fuck man don’t get your panties in a twist.” “I don’t wear panties man, half the time dude I don’t wear anything, it’s easier for the ladies.” This dude I swear has no filter.