Keith Hendricks Novels & Stories

Keith laughed. “Good evening gentlemen.” A strong voice interrupted the conversation. “We have a customer. Let me deal with him” Said Mr. Paul. “I’m sorry but im not your customer im just a dear friend on Keith and im here to visit him. And you must be Mr. Paul if im not wrong.” Henry smirked and walked towards Keith. “I have heard a lot about you and this place. I wonder why Keith doesn’t like going home early and spends most of his time in this shop nowadays.”

“Come sit.” Sasha’s feet moved against her will, carrying her to the couch. She perched on the edge, her back rigid, her hands clasped in her lap. The coffee stain on her uniform seemed enormous suddenly, a dark bloom spreading across her stomach. Her father pocketed his phone and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “You know my boss, Mr. Hendricks, don’t you?” “Yes, sir.” Everyone knew Marcus Hendricks. He owned half the commercial real estate in New Orleans and had a reputation for being ruthless in business and generous to his employees as long as they stayed loyal.

It managed to get us here and we’d driven two hundred miles, before the car finally gave up and we had to hitch-hike the rest of the way. It was the most exciting and thrilling thing I’d ever done in my life. Well, besides driving to Vegas and getting married. Keith said he’d been on the way to Vegas to play in some underground poker game. He charmed me with his tall physique, emerald eyes, and dark hair. Everyone in SmallHeath looked the same, dark hair and matching eyes. I’d never seen green eyes before. They didn’t look real, but I knew they were. I’d seen them on pictures and shows, though never in real life. And Keith was different. He was from out-of-town way down in New Orleans. He’d

Hayley I instinctively try to pull my hand back but the person holds on tighter. “Hayley it’s me.” I hear Keith’s voice and I slowly turn around. Henry is already out of the car. He grabs me and pushes me behind him. “Who the fuck are you?” He asks Keith. Keith lifts both his hands in the air in front of him in surrender, “Chill dude, I’m a friend of Hayley’s. I was just saying hi.” He tries to look around Henry to me, but Henry won’t budge, “Sorry if I startled you, Hayley, I just wanted to talk.”

He staggered backwards and crouched to the floor as his ears rang. Then he turned towards the familiar voice. "You almost killed me, Greg!" "I didn't mean that," Greg said. A man in his mid-fifties. He had greying hair and dark eyes. He was of average height and he donned a white lab coat that was reaching his knees and under it, he wore blue jeans and a plaid short-sleeved blue shirt. Greg, also known as Dr. Greg, the latter was the term he was often referred to as. He was a research doctor and a friend of Governor Silas.

“Hendrix must have always been so good-looking.” “They always marry beautiful people,” his mother said. Mrs. Hendrix flipped through more pictures, progressing through Ryder's different ages. There was a picture of Keith at 10 in a suit, handing out election buttons during a parade, and at 17, working at a call center during an election. But the picture that she found the most interesting was Keith at 22 speaking during a Youth Vote rally at Harvard. The picture caught the essence of a facial expression that made him look so confident, so powerful. He looked like a leader. A future senator, an Alpha.

He did not hide how delighted he felt as he spoke. He said to his subordinates, "What's the matter with you guys? This is honorable Mr. Keith from the Walker family. How could you offend him? I'm the police chief of Drunham City, and I can't even afford to offend him, much less you." Gordon immediately played along with Howard. With a troubled look, he said, "I usually only deal with people who are nobody. I've never met Mr. Keith before. W-What should I do now?"

The guard's voice drifted into my ears making me remove my hands from my eyes to see who he was talking to. "Huh?" I froze seeing the figure in my front, it was Alpha Kyle, the last person I had expected to be here. Was he here to make things hard for me again? I just couldn't understand what was going on and could only stare blankly. "What do you think you are doing?" Alpha Kyle growled as he stared at me. "Kneel!" Immediately, I felt an invisible pressure pressing down on me forcing me to my knees. Even though he was staring directly at me, I didn't dare to look straight into his eyes. I knew I might be whipped again if I did that. So to prevent such from happening, I had to avoid looking

"All things being equal, if Thymoquinone keeps behaving itself, two weeks, tops, and in a month's time, we would have Exceva ready for the world." He beamed proudly and I managed a smile. I was happy I had hired him. His expertise as head molecular biologist was invaluable. Infact, my whole team was highly invaluable. My joy was however tainted when I remembered how I had messed up last week with the Department of justice's drug enforcement administration. My phone vibrated in my pocket, startling me out of my thoughts. "Yes, Kelly, what is it?" "I just got off the phone with Mr. Hendricks. He said the DEA will give you a second chance. In his exact words - Don't fuck it up this time around.

Hence, he had to probe Keith's intentions to see if he was sincere in doing him this favor. Keith knew exactly what was in Harrison's mind, so he reassured the latter nonchalantly, "The organization and I have long been mortal enemies, sworn to destroy each other. Taking on this bit of risk for you? To be honest, it's like having too many lice to care about. They already want to kill my entire family—what more can they do if they think I killed Zekeiah? They can't kill my family twice, can they?" Having been a cunning man all his life, Harrison had always been profit-driven. If he could get 10 thousand dollars for a random man to die, he would at least make a wish to reduce the world's popul