Madness Combat Hank X Tricky Novels & Stories

Vera gasped as she was brought to the ground by Hank. Hank jumped on top of her and began throwing punches at her face. He was blind and blood filled his eyes but he didn't care where he was hitting Vera. He blow here and there, hitting her cheeks and jaws. Vera struggled and she fought back with the penknife and gun. She stapped him by the Shoulder, shot from the gun but Hank held her hand and prised out the gun from her hand. Vera kicked and clawed at him. She fought like a tiger, she was Soo determined, Soo cold blooded, Soo drawn to murder.

When Harold groans in pain, I figure out Marcus is about to kill Harold with his fist. "Marcus!" I stop his arm from aiming but he pushes me causing my body to fall on the floor. I heard footsteps from behind. It's Marcus's friends. They're trying to stop Marcus but no one can stop the beast, letting out his madness like an enraged monster. "YOU DARE TOUCH MY WOMAN?!!" "Marcus please stop!!" I yelled but no effect. Seeing him venting his anger to someone that I hate, is satisfying. However, seeing him getting wrecked by his own dilemma is breaking my heart into pieces.

They finger-fucked it, and then they pulled on it, stretching it open. "Finally, Hank said to Tip, 'I think she's ready for you, dude. Bring that fat thing over here and show our friend what ass-fucking is all about!' "Apparently, Hank and Rick really liked to watch and help their buddy's oversize cock-head stretch open an asshole, because after they each gave his big knob a sloppy, spitty lap, Hank guided it to my pucker, and Rick used his fingers and thumb to force the fat, squishy helmet into my asshole.

I had an emergency meeting with the two of them, after the little chaos of the previous day. “None of your goddamn business”. Hank replied coolly. “It’s mine because one of them made Fia angry the other day”. Gale spat at him. Gale never joked around with his mate’s wellbeing. He was a damn loyal partner. “It wasn’t my fault that the bitch I brought here was rude to your mate”. Hank snapped.

he taunted, landing a swift counterpunch that sent the thug stumbling. I faced off against Mohawk Guy who is in front of me, dodging his wild swings of his bat with a mix of agility and street smarts. "I've had enough of clichés for one night," I quipped, landing a solid kick that had him reassessing his life choices. The room became a battleground of fists and chaos. Amid the battle, a mysterious figure in the shadows aimed a gun at us. Before I could react, Hendrix, with his werewolf reflexes, deflected the bullets with a piece of debris.

He had come that day to make a name for himself, not to get himself beaten into a cripple! "Don't worry. We still have the upper hand. Trap him! He's bound to get tired eventually!" Hank said. He yelled loudly and rushed toward Sebastian again. "Kill him! We can't let him go back alive! Otherwise, he's sure to cause trouble for us in the future!" When Taylor saw that Hank had stormed forward, he flicked his wrist. A throwing knife gleamed sharply as it flew toward Sebastian's back. At the same time, Hank and the others charged at Sebastian from both sides.

Looking at the eight seats that were below him in status, Hank found the seat he was currently seated in the most comfortable. Soon, T Faction's core members began to arrive, while Stan was the last to enter. "Hank, didn't you say you want to seclude yourself? What's the matter? Have you broken through to Tiger Rank so soon? You even called a meeting. Didn't you just break through Tiger Rank? What's with all the fuss? Aren't you just wasting everyone's time?" One of the eight great fighters, Chase, asked sarcastically. He and Hank did not get along well.

Hendrick swiftly grabbed Adams by his left arm and bent it in an unnatural angle, causing Adams to scream in pain as he felt the dislocation. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried out, but his adrenaline surged, fueling his determination to fight through the agony. He managed to break free from Hendrick's grip and landed a powerful right-handed punch on his nose, causing it to bleed. However, Gova had already recovered and was charging at Adams with supernatural speed. Gova lifted him off the ground and slammed him forcefully, but Adams, still on the floor, used his agility to trip Gova, bringing him down as well. Adams grabbed Gova's legs, bending them awkwardly until they snapped and broke.

Every coherent thought was dissolving under the expert, merciless movements of his tongue, replaced by a burning, desperate need for more. For him. Marceline was already fighting to keep herself sane...but then he pushed two thick fingers inside her, curling them instantly to find that rough, sensitive patch deep within her that made her entire body jolt. "There it is," he murmured against her swollen clit before sucking it hard between his lips. Marceline's hips bucked uncontrollably as he began pumping his fingers in tandem with his tongue, each thrust pushing her closer to insanity. Her hands flew to his hair, gripping handfuls of the dark strands as she shamelessly ground herself against

Hank yelled at him as he continued to maintain his hold on the gun. Kane headbutted him, destabilizing Hank for a few seconds. He finally snatched the gun from his hands and got up. “You bastard. You broke my nose,” Hank lamented and wiped the blood from his nostril. “Who the hell are you?” Kane asked him while aiming the rifler at its owner. “I’m Hank. This is my cabin and you’re a trespasser.” Kane glanced at Emilia and saw that she was still awake but terrified. He returned his attention to Hank who was now sitting on the floor, rubbing his swollen nose.