Madness Combat Hank X Tricky Novels & Stories

Spine-chilling laughter escaped my lips, and it silenced the b*stards for a moment. Jasmine snarled in disgust, "What's so funny? Have you gone mad?" I didn't answer her. Instead, I spat out blood and dug into the deepest layer of my tactical backpack. The original Jason spent all his savings getting this high-frequency military-grade concussion grenade from the black market. He was going to use it on the Zombie King and take it down with him. Now, I was going to use this on these jerks.

Brody led a team to grill Daniel, while Elvis, hauling Hank, shadowed Howard and Nevaeh to the council chamber. "Sir!" They had barely settled into their seats when Yoel and Dragon barged in. Dragon, after a quick nod to Howard, zeroed in on Hank. "So this is Citrakuta punk? Got a death wish, coming to Rackaham and causing trouble. Doesn't know when he's out of his league!" Mid-rant, he booted Hank, sending him sprawling across the floor. His fiery temper was on full display. "Ah!" Hank's cry of agony sliced through the air. He scrambled to his feet, pleading, "Please... no more... I admit it... I was wrong..."

When Rowais reached him, he dodged to one side and stretched out one leg. Rowais was tripped and rolled several rounds on the ground before he stopped rolling. The members of Golden Wolf Mercenary burst into mocking laughter. "You piece of trash, wanna fight again? You can't beat me even if I stand here. You'll always be a coward." Hank taunted directly. Rowais stood up slowly, roared, and rushed forward again. Hank gripped Rowais's fist with his big hand and shook it away as if he were playing a Cat and Mouse game.

Hank’s face twisted into a crooked smile, he then spat his blood over my face and cackled. “Good luck” he laughed spitting out more blood. Dad stepped around me in his human form and grabbed Hank by the shoulders. With one swift movement, he snapped his head forward, headbutting Hank. Dad let him go and his body fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes, knocked out cold. “We didn’t come to play with the fucking man” he growled, throwing me a t-shirt that was hanging on a chair. “Clean yourself off” he grumbled. He then turned to Spartan and pointed at Hank on the floor,

"If you take the initiative to please my mentor and me, maybe you'll get to enjoy a life of luxury still. Otherwise, you'll be locked up and slowly tormented as we please. Hahaha!" Natalie's expression was grim. Just as she tried to think of something she could do, Hank made his move. He came dashing straight at her. The two SS-ranked experts tried to stop him, but due to the poison, they couldn't do anything. Even their punches were weak and posed no threat to him. "Don't you dare get in my way!" Hank roared as he sent the two men flying. They could no longer suppress the poison. Their blood splattered everywhere as they crashed onto the floor, passing out.

“Listen here, you little bitch…” That was it. That was the very moment I lost every ounce of grace I’d managed to muster for these people on McKenzie’s behalf. I pulled McKenzie back, and, just as I was about to set her aside and knock the stuffing out of Hank, Hoot stormed over and gave Hank a punch to the gut. I could tell what Hoot had done could have felled thirty men. Concentrated just on Hank? The beer-bellied, balding bastard went down like a sack of potatoes, groaning and holding his stomach.

"You should stay here and rest." "Don't play games with me, Andrew. We both know what you're really asking. It's bad enough that I'm here at all." Instead of answering, he reaches up and starts massaging the back of my neck. His fingers are strong and knowing, finding all the knots of tension I've been carrying. I can't help the groan that escapes me. "God, that feels good." "We could run, start over somewhere far, just you and me" he murmurs, his fingers working magic on my shoulders. "Just say yes."

"Not at all, Miss Callahan. I simply finished my morning patrol early and wanted a hot drink, so I had my pack mate bring two extra mugs for you. Besides, the clock just struck eight. Camden Whitaker will be here any second for our combat evaluations. We should prepare our mindsets instead of picking fights." Hannah’s jaw clenches in fury. She reaches for the clay mug on the table, her face darkening with rage as she turns back toward me. "This garbage smells completely foul anyway!" With a sudden, violent flick of her wrist, Hannah hurls the scalding hot brew straight at my face. I do not flinch. My training from the Ironfang Front kicks in instantly. My heavy arm moves in a lightning-fast

I had just ended my phone call with my dad when a text message from my husband, Felix Cole, popped up. Felix: [Jasper won the gold prize in the art competition. I'm holding a celebration party for him tonight. Get everything ready.] Felix was the leader of the Reapers, a powerful local mafia. Every time he held a party, I would be so exhausted that I would feel like a zombie by the end of it.

Trick Goddamn, Hadley's hot and wet, and so fucking ready for me, I think I could get her off by just letting her thrust against my fingers. Letting her though, would be so empty. Removing my fingers, I use the wetness to coat my cock, before bracing myself against the mattress and taking her in one thrust. "Trick," she moans loudly, grabbing on to my shoulders, her nails biting into the straining muscles. "Son of a bitch, Hadley."