Save Hank Or Sacrifice Hank Novels & Stories

To receive such a sterile, generic cancellation felt like a betrayal of that shared joy. My fingers hovered over the keypad, a thousand different responses warring in my head. Should I express my disappointment? Should I ask for more details? Or should I play it cool, accept his excuse at face value, and risk letting this crack widen? The instinct for self-preservation, honed by years of dealing with Victoria, urged caution. But the longing for the Earnest I knew, the one who would have at least offered a more heartfelt apology or a specific, credible reason, tugged at me.

"There was never any organ donation. That was just an excuse for him to be able to get near the casket so that he could rescue Evie during the chaos." "No wonder… No wonder his eyes never left the casket the whole time…" I sighed loudly and lowered my head. "You know what, Hank? I used to treat you just like my own dad, but sadly—" "There's nothing to be sad about!" Just when everyone thought that Hank was going to surrender, he suddenly pulled out a knife from his pocket, dashed to the side, and grabbed Evie as a hostage. "Everyone, back off! Back the fuck off!" Even Ned didn't think that Hank would resort to this. This was going to be another crime added to his long list of felonies, and i

I dimmed the kill lights in my eyes and made a good impression of trying to hide behind Sal as if unsure of myself. Will continue in Part 4: The Life Rebirth

Scarlett now looked at everyone who seemed too shocked to say anything, a murmur of whispers crossed the room. “You won’t find a wound on me because I heal fast. Yes Hank threw me around like a doll but no bruise is going to remain on my body long enough to be shown as proof. If that medical file and those fives accounts weren’t enough proof, then this should be enough…” She said quietly. The room was silent, she looked around seeing the sadness, disappointment and guilt on the faces of the men and the look of pride on Elijah’s face. Something about the look in his eyes made her stomach flutter like crazy. “So, we will concede… Hank Williamson was killed in self-defence due to his attempted

Donald spat out giving Hank a sinister glare. Being left alone with his men, Hank trembled in mixed humiliation and rage while his sharp eyes focused on Elite Donald. “I can pay you more than whatever is your pay grade if you let me get out of this.” He mumbled, and seeing that bribery wasn’t working, he tried intimidation, “You are not leaving this place alive!” He grumbled out before the whole room went dark which caught Donald off guard. “Kill him, boys!”

he murmurs going deeper into the fridge and pulling out a beer. I try again, “Cas, what the hell is going on” he finally looks up at me. “Make my grave beautiful,” he says, grabbing a bottle opener from Gretchen and walking towards the exit. “Oh come on,” I say, jogging up to him and turning him towards me, “tell me something maybe i could help” he arches a brow at me, “He pulled out of the contract” he finally says.

That would have been a slap on the face but he didn't want to see it like that. “Okay, that's even better. It'll be easier to get us what we want since she's over there.” Hank was confused with what was going on. He knew these men were planning against him but he didn't know what to do. He'd been given time to kill Alpha Adrian or else he'll have to die. But he couldn't kill Adrian and he knew so he might as well take advantage of the opportunity that was right in front of him. Stacy was his daughter after all. She might agree to help them but he was going to have a plan of his own. He just needed to think about how to get to them.

"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.

or already falling. "Faster!" Morcant screamed at the walls, his claws shredding the stone. "If he bleeds out before I touch him, I’ll level every skyscraper in this godforsaken city!" -- THE HALE FAMILY'S POV ~SACRIFICE COUNTDOWN: 8 DAYS REMAINING~ The gala was a wreck. Don Marcus Hale didn't look like a kingpin anymore. He looked like a man who’d just realized he was standing on a trapdoor.

Hank was on the verge of tears. "Sorry, but no," Charlie chuckled. "Because I hate your face, and you're not taking the deal that I am offering. If you want to keep going, you'll just have to switch roles, and all will be well in the world." Hank was left in a dilemma right then. He wanted to get his potency back, but he definitely didn't want to take Charlie's deal either.