Save Hank Or Sacrifice Hank Novels & Stories

I sigh heavily. Hank walks into the cage, his fancy shoes crunching on the sand. He looks at us the way someone looks at cattle at an auction. "Here's how this works, ladies," he says, almost friendly about it, which somehow makes it worse. "You fight. You survive. Win enough fights, maybe I let you go. Or maybe I sell you to someone who's slightly less of an asshole than me." "No—" Sabrina's voice comes out all weak and shaky. "No, you can't—"

And likely moved to goddess knows where. “No,” I replied. “I wouldn’t.” Hank shrugged. “Didn’t think so. Now… let’s get on with this,” he said. “To save your pack mate here, you’re going to reject Princess Sutton.” Hunter let out a laugh. “Forgive me, Luke, but that’s a shit trade.” “Don’t count yourself so short, young man,” Hank said. “This is your life. The princess and your Alpha will survive.”

“Jim Todd, do you really think you’re so great now that you dare to defy Master Bailey? Are you tired of living? Have you forgotten how you got to this position today? I’m telling you right now, withdraw everything! Otherwise, you can make preparations for your own funeral!” “Well, Mr. Hank, it’s not that I don’t want to help, but the other party has a very solid background. I’m afraid Master Bailey may not be able to hold the fort this time,” Jim glanced at Theo several times and said earnestly. “Hehe, I know exactly what you’re trying to say. It’s all about the money, right? No matter how much the other party is paying you, I’ll double it,” Hank said. “This…” Jim glanced at Theo who nodded

“What doesn’t Serenity have now? Your gift is indeed meager, but she isn’t snobbish. She just hates you all. She’ll never accept your gift. If you insist on giving it to her, she might return it or even throw it. “We can’t possibly forget what happened in the past, Hank. Sonny is the only thing that’s connecting us right now. I hope you all won’t appear before our eyes again.” Hank’s face paled. He withdrew his hand and held the envelope tightly, looking embarrassed. “Sorry to have disturbed you, Liberty.” Hank apologized. Then he said, “I feel dizzy, Chelsea. Take me home.” Although Chelsea was dissatisfied, she dared not say anything. She helped Hank move toward her car. Hank turned to loo

Hank- YES, right between the eyes. Jake- I would rather us rip his throat out. Hank- I think he is going to back down. Jake- I don’t read it that way. BANG!

"He's your son." "He made a choice." "People make choices that are wrong," Marcus said. "That doesn't mean—" "This isn't about the choice being wrong," his uncle said, and something in his voice sharpened slightly, the first real edge in it. "This is about what the choice revealed." He looked at the desk, then back at Marcus. "Kane has always been exceptional. Focused. Everything I built, everything I invested in him — it produced something I was proud of." A pause. "And then he allowed a girl to dismantle every priority he's ever had, and he did it without hesitation, and he's doing it still."

Hank didn't deny his derogatory remarks toward Greg, but he also didn't bother to emphasize his own superiority. "You came back to save Melanie?" Greg looked at Hank, who was still in the dark, with his eyes raised. "I'm curious. What makes you so confident to think you can rescue her from me?" "But the fact is, my men have already taken her away!" Hank said. "Even if she escaped through the secret passage, do you think I don't know?" Greg, however, saw through Hank's plan at once. Hank's eyes flickered. He didn't expect Greg to know about the secret passage, but he remained expressionless. He still wanted to gamble, to bet that Greg was only partially informed and that Melanie was safe by n

In my past life, I threw myself in front of a truck to save my father. I ended up with both legs shattered beyond repair, permanently disabled. He looked down at me in my wheelchair. "You're nothing but an embarrassment to the Carrington name." Then he brought his mistress and her son into our home without a shred of shame. At the company gala, he replaced me with his illegitimate son. "We can't have people asking questions at the banquet. Brandon will go in your place. It's not like we're taking anything from you." My mother was framed by the mistress and died in a psychiatric facility. I was locked in a basement, cut off from water and medication, and left to rot. The mistress became

When the last of the battle concluded, Hank and Jasper stood amidst the sea of bodies and took inventory of the dead. After a brief hesitation, Hank said, “I intend to let my people feast on their kill. I hope you don’t find that too disturbing.” “Those bastards deserve no better,” Jasper growled. “My only regret is that they’re not alive to know what is happening.” Hank’s eyes went wide as he said, “Whoa! That’s intense.”

She said. Candice rolled her eyes and we both walked back to our bench and sat back glaring at him. Joshua you are a dead meat now. We both sat glaring at him and he kept looking infront on the board. The old hag checked the work and nod at both of us. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time skip: Rrriimnnggggggggg