Tricky X Hank Novels & Stories

I could barely see what I was stepping on or over, which, from the smell, was probably a blessing in disguise. Hank went straight to his computer, sat down, and started typing with a speed so quick, I could barely follow. Using keyboard commands, he made the screen flash through several different websites, occasionally with a black box appearing for him to write in commands. I didn’t understand any of it, but I tried to pretend like I did. I didn’t want Hank to pull a fast one on me. This was a lot of money I was offering up. I worried Hank might just steal everything.

A stink bug that just happens to be flying over the freeway when a semi-truck barrels down the road and smacks right into him, smearing him all over the—well, now I know why I don’t have cool powers. I turn away from the table, fake smile disappearing from my face the moment my back is turned. James Hills has a wife. A wife who just found out she’s expecting a baby boy. I know because she told me when I saw her at the farmer’s market just a few days ago. “Getting comfy over there?” Logan asks, eyes going to Tommy, who’s sitting at the bar, and then back to me. “What?” “You two seemed friendly.” I wrinkle my nose. “I guess? I talk to all my customers. I get better tips that way.”

Hank yelled at him as he continued to maintain his hold on the gun. Kane headbutted him, destabilizing Hank for a few seconds. He finally snatched the gun from his hands and got up. “You bastard. You broke my nose,” Hank lamented and wiped the blood from his nostril. “Who the hell are you?” Kane asked him while aiming the rifler at its owner. “I’m Hank. This is my cabin and you’re a trespasser.” Kane glanced at Emilia and saw that she was still awake but terrified. He returned his attention to Hank who was now sitting on the floor, rubbing his swollen nose.

Nancy repiled and painting her nails. "I forget when you paint nails,you paint your brain also"Modlla scoffed and took her seat. "She's have been practicing on and on,she only sleep and eat the other time is for training,what sort of human is that?" Stella said. "That sort of human is Tina"Jinx replied. "I'm not sure that's even her real name,"Alex said. "I didn't know we have gossipers this much"Katherine said walking down the stairs with her eyes red obviously she just wakes up.

Christopher knocked on the red room door. “Yeah!” a guy yelled. Christopher cracked the door open to see Hank with his dark hair disheveled and lying on his back while the big lump in the white sheet covering his lower half was moving up and down. “Uh, hey, Cootie is . . . ready to go.” “Mmm. All right, man. Let me finish up,” Hank groaned. “Sorry to rush, baby, but it sounds like you need to go ahead and finish me off.”

Julie watched them nervously, phone in hand. "Max, my man!! So glad I met you here," Hank said. He was a terrifying man. His body and face were heavily scarred as if they were evidence of some war he had been in. "And who might you be?" Hank turned his attention to me. "She's nobody!" Another vandal whispered something to Hank. His eyes widened. "Ah, is this the little bird I keep hearing about rolling around town with you, Max? What a gorgeous little girl! So fragile, so breakable," Hank said, his smile disappearing slowly as he said each word. The last few words sounded like a threat.

Wendy was her nemesis! Just then, Hank ran over and groveled in front of Lilian. "Aunt Lilian, I'm sorry." Lilian grabbed Hank by his collar. "Hank, what on earth happened? Why did Trish end up in the room instead of Wendy?" Hank tried to recall the events, his face troubled. "Aunt Lilian, I can't remember clearly. I think I saw Mr. Hawk, and then Trish came in. I… I inhaled the scent from the room, and my desires took over. I couldn't tell who was who anymore."

She looked great, though it was a little odd for their current location. Hank was slightly standoffish, which didn’t surprise Bree at all. He bent to give her a hug. “Nice to see you again, Bree,” he said quietly. “You, too.” She squeezed her friend tightly and then let him go. Hank sat down next to Christy, and Bree held her breath, not sure how Trent would handle this. “Hi, Trent,” Hank said, the remorse for his actions obvious in the way he kept his face tipped down.

Hence, he treated Julien courteously and politely. Meanwhile, Julien knew that Hank was Harrison's trusted henchman. Warming up to him and recruiting him would be a great help for his future succession. Hence, he replied cordially, "Thanks for your hard work, Hank. I hope Royce and I won't cause you any trouble." "Oh, no..." Hank quickly said, "You're here to give us orders. We haven't made any actual progress during our time here, but with your arrival, we might just achieve a breakthrough!"

The doctor timidly smiled and looked at Yara. "Oh, I'm not here for you guys. I wanted to give this dessert to your pretty secretary but when I looked at your table, you're already gone." Hank said shyly handling a cathedral to Yara. The three men raised their brow with an “Oh” on their handsome faces. "Thank you." Yara said and awkwardly smiled. "I'll go now, hope you enjoy it." Hank said and left immediately without introducing himself to Yara.