Sam Hensley Novels & Stories

“Okay, I’m gonna need you all to slow down,” Sam said. “I have a sister?” “And a brother. Well, half. Half-brother, half-sister,” Hoot chimed in. “A hermaphrodite?” Sam asked, confused. Hank groaned. “Jesus, no. My daughter and your mother’s son went and screwed each other.”

He pointed at the TV screen. It's the footage of his father's rescue and on the top right is the footage of Damien's arrest. "Wow! Brennan has the perfect operation," Heath said while his eyes focused on TV. "It's world news. People will know that Damien Hansen is a devil," I commented. "True sweetheart, he will have his life imprisonment," he replied.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

Two sandwiches and a bowl of chili later, and I was full. Another wolf entered. He was very tall, probably six and a half feet. He had long blonde hair. Although not as muscular as either Alpha, he was clearly a powerful wolf. I noticed that Talia looked up at him but then blushed and looked away. I gave her a questioning look, but she quickly turned away from me. “Harley, this is Anders’ Beta, Neil.” He held out his hand and I took it, shaking his hand.

"Don't you think I would of chosen differently if I had the choice? You have no idea all the shit I've gone through Selene. You have no idea what Damian is capable. And you obviously have no idea what is really happening to me,do you?" Selene's eyes widen, her finger nails exposed as Hazel threatens to merge. "Spare me the sympathy and your stupid lies. Because I don't believe your stupid tears." Selene sneers at her, composing herself and making Hazel return inside of her. Tasha chuckles in disbelief. She walks to the right side of the room and sits on a golden and light brown chair near by. Running her hands through her hair and exhaling deeply. Her head tilting towards the heavens with he

The strange man looks at Nathan from head to toe. “Ah, you must be the CEO of JR Media!” He realizes. “They told me you were ruddy handsome but I didn’t expect a kid to be here!” Hans chortles at his lame joke but Nathan is unflinched. “I’m Parker Samuels,” he lies. “And this is my date, Samantha Jackson.” Halsey is unsure why they’re using fake names but she nods at the strange man who’s eyeing her with skepticism. “Welcome to my humble abode,” Hans smirks. “You may check out our latest casino spots. We’ve recently added a few more tables. I’m sure we can accommodate the mighty CEO of JR Media!”

“Hello, my name is Jordan Smith, I am a journalist and I want to hire your services for the case of an Ethan Hawke currently in custody for an attempted kidnap and murder” Dr. Hensley said. He had devised the perfect plan, he would anonymously pay for representation for Ethan and when he was out, they would move on with the second phase of his plan. He had chosen one of the top lawyers in the city, no f*e was too much for him to pay just to get his hands on what he needed. Dr. Hensley thought about what he stood to gain if his research was successful…

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

If it wasn't so deadly serious, it would have been comical. I have a plan. I very firmly cut her off, watched her hand drop from her mouth as her jaw worked, throat constricting as she tried to swallow what I'd told her. Quaid met my gaze with a level look, but I knew he had to be dying of curiosity. So was I for that matter. Syd, Gram snapped, will you please pay attention? Right. I'm listening. Take notes. She huffed a mental breath. To your direct left is Tallah Hensley, the leader of the Hensley Coven, south west district.

Helios spits out the sand and stares daggers at Samuel. “This better be good boy,” Helios sneers. Samuel huffs and puffs, bending over with his hands splayed on his knees as he tries to catch his breath. “He…he’s dead..” I frown. “Who’s dead? Who’s dead Samuel?” It seems like forever before he can catch his breath. But when he does, his answer sends a deathly chill down my spine. “Clyde…” *****