Octopus Hank Novels & Stories

Aurora. The sound of crunching snow under heavy boots echoed through the trees, and hunters slowly began to emerge from the trees. They encircled the beast, trapping it in. Two figures stepped forward and I recognised the both of them immediately. One was an officer, I don’t know his name, but I heard them call him the General. He was a regular at my lessons. He never participated, but he came to watch all the time. The General would stand there and shout orders and yell at the men, he was one of the higher ups in the organisation. The other man was a younger and stronger looking Hank, Zee’s father from the basement. What would he be doing out here with hunters. As the two men stood side by

Removing his cap of dregs from his head, Jared sat up as he watched the brutalization of the princess, he had seen enough naked women in his line of work but nothing like hers, she had milky skin and the perfect structure of the princess cut body he had watched in cartoons as an innocent child, knowing her fate, he knew he had to blow his cover and tackle them at once He dashed with great speed from the fat mahogany tree he had settled himself a few distances from them, peeling Hank away from the lady, He grabbed her up in his arms, her eye slipped in their socket, and she went limp in his arms He carried her backward, stepping cautiously as the three men awakened from the punch he had given

My little niece or nephew, still fighting for life. I drag my hand away from my face a moment later to see Hank nodding to his nurses and Cora lowered back on her belly. Then, Hank turns to me, pulling off his gloves as he crosses the room and falls into a crouch so that we can be almost face-to-face while I stay seated. “You saw?” he asks, looking up at me a little from his lowered place on the floor. “Yes,” I reply, nodding sharply. “The baby is alive, but –“

Harry and the others shouted with joy while pointing at Kaze. Hank was a wreck. He lifted his head and saw Kaze standing in the office. “Ah!” he exclaimed and fell on his bottom. “What’s the matter, Hank? Did the preliminaries wipe you out?” Hank got up to his feet. “Did you see the God of War?” an individual asked. “I saw him.” Hank stared at Kaze and forced an ugly smile. “Oh. Did he find you outstanding?” “Hurry up and bail us out, but the bastard from the disciplinary commission needs to apologize to us first,” the group uttered.

“What else could he want? He scolded me.” Hank sat down on the chair and took two sips from the cup of water that Jessica poured for him, and said, “The boss said that we’re obviously being suppressed and targeted. He asked me if I had offended anyone. “I just can’t think of anyone I’ve offended. I’ve always tried to please my clients. How could I possibly offend them?” Ring ring ring... His cell phone rang. It was from Olivia. “Hank, I miss Sonny. Go to Serenity’s store after work to pick him up.”

"The pH in the Commons' new compost is still suboptimal." We laughed. The old rhythms. The comfortable bickering. As the stars began to prick through the deep blue, Hank, who had been silently sketching the darkening headland, spoke up. "Finished it," he said. "Finished what?" Arthur asked. Hank didn't answer. He just opened his worn leather satchel and pulled out a flat, wrapped package. He handed it to me. "For the house."

Roger stayed close to Hank, and the woman approached them, embracing Hank. Hank took off his sunglasses and greeted her with a smile. "What brings you here?" Roger pulled at Hank's hand. "Uncle Hank, let's go swimming." "I'll join too," Octavia exclaimed, quickly changing into a revealing bikini that showcased her perfect size zero figure and flawless skin. Hank shielded Roger's eyes. "Octavia, cover up. Roger is here." She was slightly embarrassed, about to say something but then pulled her dress back on. “Roger, do you still hate me?” Her voice was soft and angelic. Amidst my confusion, I couldn’t hear Roger’s response because Molly whispered in my ear,

After having lunch in the afternoon, they went to OnlyOne. A room had been cleared out inside, specifically reserved for Diana's makeover. The stylist was the top figure in the fashion industry, Hank. His hands were acclaimed as the "hands of a creator," capable of turning decay into magic. Hank had always worked on the makeovers of A-list Hollywood stars; this time, he had come all the way here just to serve her! "Mr. Matthews," Hank bowed respectfully, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He had long black hair, loosely tied back in a messy braid, and perched on his nose were black-framed glasses. A thin mustache adorned his fair skin.

The power and authority rolling off my father's wolf was enough to make any lesser wolf submit, for a human though, it would be a very unnerving feeling. Hank froze in his place looking around at the three giant wolves surrounding him. “Fuck” he breathed, seeming to accept his capture. The short grubby man wore a faded navy singlet that was covered in holes and stains. His brown greasy hair sat in messy curls atop his head. His face was chubby and covered in a nervous sweat. He looked nothing like my beautiful Zelena. How could someone so grotesque raise a Goddess like her? I snapped my head to the side and changed back to human form. Hank looked at me and his eyes widened in terror,

I glanced at both of them — Kent tense and evasive, Holly hollowed out and dazed — then began explaining calmly. “Today was Halloween. The kindergarten planned a trip to the amusement park. Our class unanimously chose to visit the haunted house, and all the parents agreed beforehand. “This morning, Tommy did request leave, saying he couldn’t come. But in the afternoon, Mr. Spark brought him to the kindergarten, saying he had a date and it wasn’t convenient to bring Tommy along.” The moment I said that, Kent’s shoulders jerked and he lowered his head in panic. Beside him, Holly looked up in utter disbelief.