Novel & Cerita Tom Hardy

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

I announced, holding the phone up proudly, showing the rest of the team the photo as evidence. “Yeah? What did they have?” Captain Elder asked, his face softening. He had always liked Bryson, and of course, the whole world was waiting with baited breath on the birth announcement. To say that Anna’s father was an important man would be the understatement of the century. Her father, Tom Spencer, was currently serving his second term in office as President of the United States. Anna, as first daughter, was a celebrity in her own right because of that. The press hung on every word that she and Bryson said and it seemed as though the whole world was gripped with ‘Annason’ fever, and had been for

Nothing slipped by him. "Mister Hardy..." Harry inhaled sharply, his eyes turning into slits. The name Drake Hardy was like a king's scepter in the underground branch. His word was law, and there was not a mess he could not clean up. The most feared enforcer in all of Tormora, the top dog in Mister Hardy's pack, was unbeatable. Even Tommy's seasoned right-hand man, Mister Posey, could not lay a glove on him. If anyone could take down Alexander, it had to be the formidable Mister Hardy.

Butcher stood silently by, observing them all. The mood was light, the team high-spirited due to a recent cash windfall. Godfather Marco had even promised a party that evening, which everyone eagerly anticipated. Suddenly, Hardin entered the room, and the energy shifted. Silence fell as everyone turned their attention to him. He ignored them, heading straight for a punching bag, unleashing his fury on it. Stalker approached him with a grin. "Hey," she said, introducing herself. "I'm Stalker." Ghost and Hacker introduced themselves next. Hardin couldn’t help but wonder what a young guy like Hacker was doing in a dangerous place like this.

Although it certainly put a smile on my face, I still clutched my heart. Enid wasn't really convinced but she didn't push any further. We entered the car and then headed towards the Andolopus Hardy headquarters. It was a tall obsidian monolith structure that stood apart from all others beside it. The entire building served as the heart of the multiple chain of networks that was owned by both my dad and his best friend; Mr Florentine Hardy. Although, they weren't just best friends. Mr Florentine was my father’s Beta and it has been like that for almost sixty years, both of them were considered the most fearsome duo in the world.

Hardin continued, “like a coward. Like he hadn’t just tried to kill you. I didn’t let him get far.” My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at him. “Hardin…” “I wasn’t going to stop,” he admitted, eyes dark with remembered rage. “It took three of my men to pull me off him. If they hadn’t stepped in…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “He’d be in a morgue right now.” I swallowed hard, not because I was afraid of Hardin, but because I could feel the depth of his fury—of his love. He wasn’t a man who made empty threats. He was the storm people ran from.

Tessa says, honestly, that she feels like her crazy pregnancy hormones are making her look like a bitch right now. "My childhood friend has changed," Hardin whispers in a small but still audible whisper to Tessa. "What do you mean?" Tessa knits her eyebrows together as she's confused by Hardin's words. Hardin pulls up the sleeve of his shirt and reveals the scar that Tessa once discussed. Not only that, Hardin also takes off his shirt, revealing the tribal tattoo that runs down his muscles to his shoulder. Right where the whipping scar was visible before, only because Hardin hated it, he tattooed the spot.

After the meal with Cobalt, Matthew went to meet Shima again who was in his office with two of his royal guards, namely Hardy Sherry and Dzy Maddil. “So the Whale Clan and the Deep Clan are already affected, huh?” Shima rephrased his royal guards’ report as a question. “Yes, no wonder they didn’t report anything out of the ordinary.” Hardy said. Hardy was a merman with green scales and skin. His hair had a darker shade of green flowed majestically in the water. He wore armour on his torso and along his tail that was very muscular. He was probably a really good swimmer. His almond shaped eyes were yellow in colour and he apparently had a giant scissor on his back.

"Huh?" “His name is Hardin. The one who sings and plays guitar. Fifth semester majoring in Business Management. The hottest and sexiest among the others. Has who knows how many tattoos. Anyway, Hardin is the most wanted in The Givers, although the others are no less handsome.” Caitlin’s long explanation made Amel nod.

All of them were glaring at Harvey full of disdain. ‘This bastard doesn’t know when to quit! How dare he talk to Senior Hardy like that?!’ ‘Senior Hardy is a legend even back in Mordu. Nobody could even compete against her!’ ‘This bastard thinks he’s invincible just because he used the master of Longmen’s name to kill off Master!’ ‘People like this that don't know what’s good for him will surely end up with a worse fate!’ ‘He doesn’t know how big of a gap he has compared to Senior Hardy!’