Madness Combat Hank X Tricky Novels & Stories

He pointed at Andrius but before he could say any threatening word, Andrius beat him up. Wham! Whack! Thump! After multiple punches and kicks, Andrius finally stopped. “What the f*ck?!” Hank got up from the floor and glared at Andrius with a vengeful gaze. He roared, “Security, where is the security?! Get the hell in here and kill this f*cker!” There was no answer. Angry and nervous, Hank limped over to the entrance to have a look. All the security guards outside his office were knocked out.

He turned around and found not only Kenneth but also number thirty-nine standing with their swords threatening to attack. Kenneth glared at number thirty-nine and wondered why he did not hesitate to help Alec when he was not yet a soldier. Number fifty charged again, and the Mad King mumbled a curse before he mercilessly slid his sword toward his leg and sliced it. The spectators gasped as they saw the blood flooding from the strange man's leg, and they covered their eyes as they expected the king to slice his throat this time, but he did not.

She can’t leave Ok Minji behind. She can barely stand here. The smell of sex and sweat is making her dizzy. The loud music and the thrusting noises mixed with erotic grunts are giving her a headache. She can barely bear it. She bends her waist, leaning down toward the man's head. Ahn Hana grabs the man’s hair and pulls his hair without mercy. "If you don't let go of her, I will pull out every strand off your skull,” Ahn Hana warns the man with a dangerous tone. The other twin is still riding this boy’s dick.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Both had become one, two sides of the same damned coin, singing in shrill pitch to the darkening heavens above, swearing their oath to reconcile the kingdoms of Hastur. I craned my neck to the side to check on Hank and Bobby. Hank stood in a crooked manner, his bass slung low almost to his knees, playing feverishly as he shook his head in time to the notes. At first, I thought he was caught up in the thrash of the song, but when we hit the end of the measurement, I could hear him screaming in agony. A dark stream of blood dripped down the side of his bass. Bobby’s eyes and nose bled. Every time he struck his snare, blood sprayed outward, caking his cymbals like a dark Pollock painting. He lo

****** "What's nonsense....... have you looked properly or you saying it by yourself....." Mr. Hassan barked at the maid standing in front of him. The maid started shivering at his barking. She said to him something big on which Mr. Hassan getting furious is justified. "Yes sir, I properly checked, miss is not in her room...I searched the whole room, but I didn't find her anywhere....." Poor maid says with bowed head getting scared by Mr. Hassan's anger. It is the first time she finds her master getting that much angry. Because Mr. Hassan by nature is soft-hearted neither does he talks loudly with anyone. While Mrs. Yusra is the one who is good at doing this.

14-MAD MEN FOR CINDERELLA The warm breeze gently caressed Nyx's skin, but his body was already burned with the exertion of digging those wretched holes. His jaw clenched tightly as he replayed the mind-numbing task in his head. Suddenly, a forceful shoulder collided with his, causing him to stumble and break from his thoughts.

Trinity argued, slamming his hand on the table for emphasis. “Lets just take this down a notch? Trinity, Nico, and Rico. Go get some air, but stay close. It sounds like we need to diffuse ourselves more than we need to be fighting. It’s been a long 3 weeks, and everyone is tense. Just breathe, our wolves heal fast, remember?” Scythe said, the smile on his face betraying how he really felt. _--_--_

“Why can’t you just talk like a gentleman if you have something to say? We’re all teammates and companions! Why did you have to use your fists?” “Pfft!” Hank glanced at Quentin, who was reprimanding him, and sneered, “What do I have to say to you? Don’t you know what you have done? You still have the guts to tell me that we’re companions? I wouldn't call you sellouts my companions!” Quentin had a gloomy expression and a rather terrifying aura. Kaden and the other guests could not say anything. After all, they were wrong in the first place for transferring the danger to Hank and Sienna.

Hank was trying to find the right word to describe the force of nature they had just seen. “Fucking amazing!” Xan said with a smirk. Hardly anyone had the guts to stand up to him, the fearsome Triad Clan leader; but his Fire Sprite did. Men had pissed themselves in front of him. He wanted in a woman that could tell him straight when he was wrong. That is what his clan needed in a Phoenix and what he needed as a Man. “OK!" Hank said surprised. Who was he to question young love? it was not surprising she had a temper considering who had Grandfather was.