Octopus Hank Novels & Stories

In an instant, Hank's right arm was cleanly severed at the shoulder, falling to the ground as blood jetted out. "Ahh..." Hank hit the dirt, screaming in a frenzy. "Second Young Master!" The other warrior, still trembling, hurried to his aid. "Ready to answer my question now?" Nevaeh asked after a brief pause, her gaze fixed on Hank. "You... You're a dead woman. I swear you're done for!" Hank, catching his breath, yelled back in rage. "My brother's a big shot in Citrakuta's Ministry of Internal Affairs, and he's in a meeting with some of Rackaham's top brass right now. When he's done, you're finished!"

He said derangedly. While waving the knife against the metal bars of the cage, it sends ominous fear to everyone in the room. Soon he notices something peculiar on the blade. There's no blood on the knife. He slowly turned his head to Latton. BANG! A loud sound echoed in the room. “Do you actually think you are the only one with plans?” Latton muttered through gritted teeth. “What the fuck?” Hank uttered while clenching his arm where the bullet grazed him. His gaze slowly lowered and saw the prosthetic pregnant belly on the floor. Soon he started laughing, “You never failed to amaze me.” He said while grinning gleefully.

"Andy, seriously… That's enough." It was not until George finally spoke that Andrew halted. He calmly buttoned up his suit jacket, straightened his sleeves, and looked down at Hank like he was nothing more than trash. "Now," he said coolly, "are you ready to apologize?" Hank curled up tighter, his hand over his head, too afraid to lift it. "Andrew, if anything happens to me… You and your whole crew will be wiped off the map! Mark my words!" Andrew grabbed a vase off the table and shattered it right over Hank's skull.

"Okay. Thanks, Hank." Nate cleared his throat. "Could you help her with..." He waved his hand at the tub. Hank winked at him. "Sure thing." He looked at Olivia. "I'll check on your soup." He closed the door behind him, his footsteps padding away. "Thought I was gonna need to give that guy a sedative." Hank jerked her thumb at the door. "Climbing the walls, stalking like a caged lion. Nakos wasn't much better."

Hank said with ease. A loud gasp escaped the scientist as he practically shouted, “You talk as good as me!” Hank smiled, nodded, and said with a joyful tone, “Like I said. It’s a miracle.” Rushing to Hank’s side, Jasper’s voice had an excited urgency as he added, “I need to check your vitals.” Placing his hand on the zombie leader’s upper arm, he guided him to the nearest chair and said, “Sit here, please.” “As you wish,” Hank replied. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of joy and hope as he added, “When you are done checking me out, we will get my wife in here.”

Hank questioned, his expression vicious. "Everything happened exactly as you predicted, sir! This bitch set up a trap for me!" Natalie's expression shifted. Finally, the true mastermind behind Hank showed up. A grating cackle rang out, and a short, hideous man emerged from the shadows. Half of his face looked like it had already rotted. It was a pretty gruesome sight. "Greetings, sir!" Hank said as he bowed to the man, who was only about three feet tall. "Who are you!" Natalie questioned.

His favorite pastime was to toy with female celebrities, making him utterly unreliable. "Now that he's back, let him stay in the mansion," said Hank with a somber expression, waving his hand lightly. "Tell Yorgos to come see me." At the study entrance, the gray-robed butler hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Yorgos...has died." What?! Hank's face changed slightly, and he violently crushed the emerald ring on his finger. "Did Marcus cause trouble again? Tell him to come to me now!" In less than half a minute…

I have a present to open. He throws one of his large shirts over my head but snatches away my underwear when I go to put it on, making me laugh. He grips my hand and pulls me down into the living room where Hank is laying on the couch on his back, his paws in the air as his tongue hangs out to the side. His head perks up when he hears us, but he ignores us and lays back down. "What's wrong with him?" I ask and Quinn shrugs. "He ate his weight in chicken, mashed potatoes and rolls." Quinn mutters bitterly and I tilt my head back to laugh. Quinn had built up the fire when he came down for food so the room is toasty and the light flicking from the fire makes it feel homey.

He nodded. Hunter bit him, waited for the twitching to stop, then bit his own hand and offered his blood. The man staggered to his feet. Mid-thirties, decent looking. “You saved me,” he said. “I’m Hank.” “Hank, you know how to be loyal?” Hunter asked. Hank nodded. “Then you’re with me. Let’s go.” N&S Company

I said in a very gruff voice. “Nothing. We figured you could visit the old man first and then we can make our way.” Carson started. “Hank will stay with Nora and I will see what I can do about planting a listening device.” “Do you have ear pieces for us to talk?” I asked, trying to keep from yawning. “Right here.” Hank pulled out a black box from his pocket, with a click, he opened it and offered it to us. Carson and I both took one and put it in our ears as Hank did the same. Nora shook her head, declining one.