Jd Hawkins Novels & Stories

David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt. He’s a quick-witted guy, with lots of tattoos and piercings thought in his trooper uniform. He wasn’t wearing any of those piercings, and I could only see a hint of the tattoos on his neck. “An attack?" I furrowed my brow. “I didn’t hear anything,” I shrugged.

She looked extremely beautiful in black. “Clink! Clink! Clink!” Kilhan hit his glass cup with his fork and stood up. Everyone went silent and looked at him. “Today is a great day for me. I must say today is the happiest day of my life. Having my mate by my side has always been my biggest dream, and today, that dream is a reality!” He spoke, and everyone clapped. He raised his cups and so did I and everyone else. “Cheers to Jessica.” He added as everyone stood up to clink their cups.

"Are you sure? Because Atlas is currently downstairs at the open bar, threatening to buy the Mayor a shot of tequila. If you want a distraction, I can go unleash him on the local politicians." I laughed, the sound carrying over the quiet rooftop. "Please don't. The Seattle Seahawks PR team will have a heart attack if Atlas goes viral for fighting a Chicago alderman." "He's been surprisingly well-behaved tonight," Evans noted, taking a sip of his drink. "I think the fact that he's currently the highest-paid quarterback in NFL history has finally mellowed him out." "Nothing will ever mellow Atlas out," I corrected fondly. We stood in comfortable silence for a long moment, looking out over the