Ryan Evans Hsm Novels & Stories

Mr Caine motioned for silence and the room soon became quiet once more. "Now that you all got the chance to take it in, I'd like to introduce Xavier Persons," he introduced polite clapping following his statement, as the door opened a man appears shaking his hand. Confidence radiated off his 6'1 figure, his black hair combed perfectly, his navy blue tailored suit holding his perfectly sculpted body. All eyes were on him but he went unfazed as he turned to face the room.

Other than a willing woman down on her knees and sucking my— The vibrating of my phone snaps me back to the present and I give my head a shake. Beside me, the air conditioning unit in the window kicks on and a cold breeze hits my arm as I reach over and swipe my phone off the side table. It's Sully, one of the few and original enforcers that we decided to keep around. He's a good man, loyal and trustworthy. "Hi Sully," I say. "Everything okay?" Since Connor is out of town and unable to be reached by cell because he's currently surrounded by mountains which equals limited cell service, I'm apparently the one in charge. Scary thought, but I'll roll with it.

The table broke into laughter, and for a while the conversation moved on. They talked over one another, swapping stories about Miller’s brutal training sessions and the latest promising juniors who thought talent could replace discipline. Then a shadow fell across the table. “Am I late?” Rebecca went still. Slowly, she turned and met a pair of warm dark-brown eyes. “Liam,” she said softly. Liam Evans. Former captain of the men’s national team. Multiple Commonwealth champion. The boy who had trained beside her from the age of fourteen and later became the man who always seemed to know when to stand between her and the worst parts of the world.

Hector never leaves my heart; he's always causing me small aches that brings a lot of sadness in me. I opened the TV for noise in my room and walked to the terrace of my room and sat down, I watched the visible stars in the sky as the cold breeze hit. I was listening to the TV while closing my eyes and I heard this. “Director Christian Evans is back in service after new Director Hector Evans stepped down as the director yesterday, Director C. Evans has named Davidson Hudges as assistant director in charge of the New York Field Office. He most recently served as the special agent in charge of the Philadelphia Field Office.” n-no.

He chuckled as he pulled out a cigarette himself and lit it. "I didn't think I would ever see you again, much less here at the rooftop." Dr. Kim said as he chuckled and let out a large smoke. I smiled as I pulled another cigarette out but before I could light it, Dr. Kim grabbed it and tossed it. I looked up at him with a frustrated look on my face before he said, "I also remember you making a promise to your grandfather that you would never smoke again." I looked away to avoid him seeing a tear fall down my face.

My dress caught a light breeze, but the chill inside me ran deeper. “Talk fast,” I said once we were out of easy earshot. “What is so important that you show up looking like you fought your way through a storm?” Evans ran a hand through his disheveled hair, breathing hard. “I know I am the last person you want to see right now. I will keep this short. Now, listen to me. Kael is involved with someone called Grimes Hangrove. The man is dangerous, really dangerous. He isn’t the type you mess with. He pulls strings in the shadows, and once he has his hooks in, he doesn’t let go.”

Evans, the Chief of Surgery. "Come in." I pushed the door open. Dr. Evans was an older man with silver hair and spectacles that perched on the end of his nose. He stood as I entered, a warm, slightly nervous smile on his face. "Ms. Hale," he said, coming around the desk to shake my hand. "Welcome back. We... we were delighted to receive the call about your reinstatement." "Thank you, Dr. Evans," I said, shaking his hand firmly. "I'm grateful for the opportunity."

Silvercity was a small city, and it shouldn’t take them more than four hours to get to RavenMoor. He had searched for the city on his phone last night. The buildings in sight passed by in a blur as the car sped by. Anticipation rose in Evans’s chest; he knew he shouldn’t be there, but something kept pulling him. He knew he had every right to find out about the truth, and he would do anything. By the time they entered the city, Evans had dozed off. The faint nudge of the driver woke him up, and he quickly shifted his gaze to the driver.

I closed the laptop. Sat completely still.Somewhere downtown, Evan Hayes was walking to a campus where a class he had named did not exist, with a hundred thousand coins sitting somewhere that I could not yet see. Nineteen years old.