Mike Hanlon Novels & Stories

He paused at my side and smirked. "Okay then, I have made my decision," said Lance aloud. "The first match will be Hayley versus Mike." Hearing my name sounded to me like a bomb explotion. I looked at Mike, he seemed like the youngest and was not even big in stature. He had calm blue and intelligent looking eyes. His face bore no expression. He did not strike me as frightened, sad, happy or anything. I would have likened him to Lance in terms of facial expressions but I had seen Lance's expression change in the past few hours but Mike was blank.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

"Understood sir." Mike looks over the outer part of the club and grits his teeth. "I want that bastard to be beaten to death, live. No matter what Roger did to deserve that, I don't care who's wrong or right, as long as everyone knows that the Drumlins are not to be messed with." Hank nods. "What would you have me do now?" Mike turns to him and suddenly grabs him by the collar, the heavy stench of whiskey and cologne assaulting Hank's nose, making him gasp. "I should fucking teach you your job now?"

Michael "Alpha Michael, I thought you and Lincoln were coming home tomorrow?" Henry – the leader of the crescent moon pack warriors asked me. Henry is not the strongest of all my warriors but he is the smartest and that is the only reason why I appointed him as the leader of my pack warriors. I know that when it comes to a real battle, having strong warriors is not enough, we also need brains that can make a solid plan when it comes to battles and wars or when our pack is under attack. Coincidentally, Henry graduated from the National Military Academy. The truth is Henry and I graduated together at the National Military Academy, I achieved the highest honor while Henry in turn achieved the f

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

I knew that the woman was good in what she did, I just never expected her to be this good. “I don’t think she would like it very much, but if we can at least learn a thing or two; I wouldn’t say no to that. Plus, there’s also the fact that we’re going to have to deal with Anthony. The man is still a Lycan and I don’t know whether he is loyal to Grimaldi or not, you do realize that he could set him against us, right?” I asked, and Nathan nodded in understanding. It was one of the things that had us concerned about telling anyone outside the house of this. Donatello only knew because we wanted to know if our information was taken elsewhere, and most of the information was rarely a hundred perc

I looked at the phone for a second as I stood in front of a blind spot, knowing that I needed to stay away from the cameras. -Done, you have three minutes. His response was almost instant, and I knew that they were waiting for me. I checked the time before I put my phone back in my pocket, knowing that my time was limited and that I had to get out of here to ensure that they didn’t see the path that I took. The last thing that I needed was them tracking the cameras toward the pack, and knowing the Alpha of Alphas, the Russian Pakhan, Dean Ivanov, I knew that it would happen.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

A deep, familiar laugh boomed through the phone, loud enough that I heard it clearly even over the club noise. Mike came back on. “He says no, he’s home in sweatpants. But now he’s curious. Apparently he’s ‘flattered’ that someone thinks he’s got the body for it.” My stomach flipped. Mr. Harlan was coming here. To the club. Because I called Mike like an idiot and asked. “Tell him he doesn’t have to…” I started, but Mike cut me off with a dry laugh. “Too late. He’s already grabbing his keys. Have fun explaining this one, Mara.”