John Paul Hernandez Novels & Stories

Neither of us want to be here, but we have to, we need to find out what the hell is going on with our packs. The door opens slightly and a small scrawny looking man appears, shaggy blonde hair shuffled around while wearing jeans and a colored polo shirt with a white lab coat. He pushes his black-framed glasses up from his face and says in a shaky voice, “Can, can I help you?” “James Lucas?” Zander asks him. “Yes,” he lets out nothing more than a squeak this time. “We were wondering if we could have a moment of your time to discuss some things privately,”

He's a different story; he's one sick son of a bitch, not to mention he knows people, and I know those people are even worse than we are. I opened the door to my office, and we walked in quietly. On one of the chairs, I saw a man in his late fifties with gray hair; his eyes looked like he had lost his soul, and the bags under his eyes told me he hadn't slept in a while. I can't help but wonder what his story is. “Johnny, this is Carter; he will give us all the information that we need," Ciro introduced us. I nodded my head and looked at Carter. "We have a few questions, and I want you to answer them truthfully. Do you understand?" I asked in a tone that said I don't give second chances.

Julius said, planting his palms firmly on his desk and he thankfully navigated the conversation away from topics of conversation we had yet to discuss. “I’m assuming our Luna here is up to speed about Wes?” “Yes.” Julius and I replied in unison. “Okay dynamic duo. Well, when I say he is perhaps the weakest person I’ve ever encountered, I’m not lying. This guy is talking and I’m not even asking questions.” “I’m sure you’re not doing nothing.” Julius scoffed. “I’ve electrocuted him a handful of times, sue me.” Dean rolled his eyes, crossing his forearms over his broad chest. “Anyway, he’s confirmed that Adrian is working with someone and he’s got connections in the Blue Moon Pack.”

I get up from the bench and turn to talk to them. “Hey Jason what’s up?” “Not much just getting a pump in you know? I didn’t know you lifted.” “Who’s this?” Sean asks. “It's my boy Pablo. We have art together. He’s chill.” Jason says. “Who?” “He goes to our school, dude. He’s the only Mexican at our school.” “Oh that guy! I thought his name was Juan.” “No idiot. It's Pablo. Isn't that right Pablo?” I stay quiet for a moment. Were they having a conversation about me, in front of me?

The only reason he had been able to stay so calm was because of his inside man who kept on feeding him with information about everything and assuring him that his daughter was actually being taken care of perfectly. Hernandez had proven to be quite valuable to him over the past years. He had made him his right hand man but only from the shadows. In a way he knew exactly what Hernandez wanted by all of this but then he wasn’t prepared to give it to him, at least not yet. He wasn’t prepared to hand over the key to the kingdom and Hernandez was aware of this which was why he was trying his best to prove himself to Hermes by all means. “When will the auction be?” Hermes asked,

Probably stress—not that anyone could blame her, after everything that had happened on the island. “Good evening, everyone,” the mayor began as the mic crackled with a bit of feedback. “We’ve come together tonight to remember Paul Hernandez. Most of us knew him as ‘Plumber Paul.’ Personally, I think he should've been called, ‘All-Around Paul.’” She smiled. “We all know he could do more than fix pipes.” The audience nodded and chuckled.

this was a void. My carefully constructed plan had yielded a result, but it was a result that felt more crushing than any confrontation could have. I had been searching for a crack in his facade, a hint of the old connection. Instead, I had found a solid, impenetrable wall. The “chance” encounter had revealed a chilling truth: the Earnest I was looking for might no longer exist, or at least, he was so deeply buried that he was unrecognizable.

One that would have him seeking for his vengeance like never before. “I’m so sorry,” he said, shaking his head. Diego looked away from the man, squeezing his eyes shut as he controlled what he was feeling. “We tried our best, but two of the bullets hit vital organs, and the other two…” “What?” Luna Claudia asked, breaking the doctor’s sentence, stopping him before he could finish what he wanted to say. The doctor’s eyes widened in surprise, and I could tell that he was taken back by her reaction. I couldn’t blame her for it, all they knew was that we were in the hospital. They didn’t know what to expect when they came. “Mr. Giovanni has passed away. I am sorry for your loss…”

"Bloody hell. It's Logan Novak." Anthony 'Toni' Hernandez is the first to greet me. The man surely knows how to handle his weapons- especially knifes, and anything sharp, or pointy. The contrast however- he's also our squad's medical expert. Imagine the man who can cause you unthinkable pain, is the exact same man who has to stich you up, bringing you back to health.

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.