Madness Combat Hank Fanart Novels & Stories

I rifled through my sketchbook, praying he left me alone like everyone else had. "I know you can draw. It's so beautiful. What's that? " he asked pointing at my newest sketch. I shut the book, sliding it out of his reach. I glared at him, not quite used to anyone disturbing me. He met my gaze coolly. " Ah! Where are my manners? " he said. I mumbled, "probably in your half eaten sandwich". He smiled. "Who knew you had a sense of humour? My name is Matthew. L. Henderson." I rolled my eyes, not caring I was sitting next to the mayor's son. He cocked his head, clearly waiting for me to introduce myself like the lady I wasn't.

They simply did not expect Richard Dobson from the Ochre Hall to be this shameless and make them the front line. Hank was infuriated as well. He used Titanium Leo-roar on the spot, sending powerful soundwaves out. The roar was deafening. While it was not as powerful as Kayson’s, it sufficed to defeat the Heathein members. Despite that, Hank’s focus was on Richard from the Ochre Hall. That man was annoying! Richard was only an intermediate energy fighter, so there was no way he could take the targeted Titanium Leo-roar coming at him. He coughed blood on the spot, and his skin cracked.

Hank said, gesturing me over to his desk behind the counter. The wall above his desk was a giant collage of artwork; a mix of sketches and photos of his work on his customers. I recognized Finn’s tattoos in a few of the photos, and based on what I was seeing in the rest of the art, I knew I had made the right choice in coming here. I held Juniper’s card out to him as he sat down at the desk and shoved my hands in my pockets while I watched him examine it. “Who drew this?” he queried, glancing up at me from the card.

“I was so goddamn angry. Not just at him. At the dirt. At the rain. At the whole damn universe for putting my kid in the crosshairs. When my hands hit that clay… it felt like finding a weapon. A stupid, fragile weapon. But it was something. And in a fight where you feel like you’ve got nothing, something is everything.” Hank refused a formal interview. Instead, one afternoon, he simply handed Arthur a small, carved box. Inside was a thumb drive. On it was a single audio file. Arthur and I listened to it that night. It was just the sounds of his workshop: the scrape of the knife, the sigh of sandpaper, the occasional grunt. For twenty minutes. Then, at the end, his voice, a low, clear rumble:

She recognized some of the zodiac signs. The third painting depicted a three-story farmhouse surrounded by a cornfield, at least, that’s what it looked like to her. The last one was not a painting but a sketch; a portrait of an older man. "In two weeks, it will be the birthday of our father who passed away," Phillian said quietly. "Every year, our mom still celebrates it. I was planning to give her two of these as a gift to hang in their bedroom. Which ones do you think she’ll like best?"

I smiled at him as his aunt suckled hard on my dick. * * * Hank is thrilled that his mother and aunt are making p**n. The next day, thanks to an all-night editing session Mom pulled, Hank got his video. He jerked off even more while his Mom and aunt sent up their OnlyFans page. They soon had him taking all the pics and vids of them being gangbanged. For their wedding anniversaries, both Mrs. Carmichael and Mrs. Taylor presented to their husbands a collection of their best videos of being fucked by studs like my brother and Dad.

To my dismay, Hank stood right in front of me with two guns in his hands, pointing them straight at me. He looked horrible with blood all over his body especially his arms. His right thigh was bleeding and he had blood coming out of his mouth. I didn't know what had happened to him during the fight, but he had been badly injured. I thought Liam had killed him, but I was wrong. Maybe he thought he had, but actually hadn't. I heard footsteps close behind me and heavy pants as I stood rooted to the spot. I was trapped. There was no way out. Liam started laughing maniacally. I couldn't turn to look at him because shock held me immobile as I looked into Hank's eyes.

I told him in a stiff voice. He growled in a low voice but suppressed his fury, as we are still in the hospital. Adrian’s P.O.V. “You dare to lay your hands on me?” Gamma Hank roared at Beta Caden while his warriors, holding him tightly, dragged him away from Caden. We all were sitting calmly when Hank lunged at Caden suddenly after his failed provocation. Hailley was sitting close to Caden. Both I and Caden shielded Hailley with our bodies and Caden punched him so hard that Hank flew away.

Hank takes a deep breath and says: "And that's the biggest problem, what for? It's as if someone wants to eliminate Theon, but what for? Even if Theon is gone, Hayden will inherit his title and later his sons, and after them, Tony and later their Gamma and next head warriors. So even if it's Ryan working on getting rid of Theon, it will change nothing for him. He could only gain something if Connie was a Luna here and..." When he says the last word, his breath suddenly gets rapid, and he starts panting and sweating as if in great pain. "Hank, are you alright?" I ask, getting closer to him as he leans against me and starts trembling violently. Before he could collapse, I managed to drag him i

Her final inmate for the day was Aron. As Aron entered Athena's small office, his presence commanded attention. His black hair, meticulously styled in a buzz cut, accentuated his angular face. The vibrant tattoos adorning his neck served as a stark contrast to his pale skin. Piercings adorned his ears, hinting at a rebellious nature. Athena mentally prepared herself for the session, intrigued by the shift in Aron's mood since their earlier encounter. "Good day, Mr. Aron," Athena greeted, adjusting her glasses with a calm demeanor. Her eyes met his, momentarily captivated by the intensity of his stormy blue gaze.