Tricky X Hank Novels & Stories

"The man of the hour's back!" "Not like we missed you or anything." Jack let out slowly as he sipped on his wine. I could already tell he was drunk, even though he did a good job at hiding it. Most times. " What took you so long back there anyway?" "And why are you alone?" Anthony chimed in. I watched as his gaze scoured the spot behind me and the ones leading in to the kitchen too. He was searching for something, or more specially, someone and I felt my pulse jump at the very thought of it. " Dominique?"

A new student, I'm sure Reece sent him. I frowned at him, "what do you want?" I asked blankly. He raised his eyebrows, "I just wanted to ask you if you're okay" he said. My frown deepened, "why?" I asked. He face palmed himself, "so sorry, my name is Jordan Hale, last week Friday I and some other guy found you lying unconscious in the hallway, I just wanted to ask if you're fine now" he explained.

He has been getting on my last nerve and I don't think I can condone him anymore but unfortunately for me he is going to be around more often than I desire. Hank Clifford is a lengend in my line of business. He started running his company before I was born and there had never been a moment of bankruptcy or loss. He got the company from his father-in-law but the strange thing is there is no Intel on his wife it's like she never existed. Also Hank never remarried after his wife left or died, I'm not sure of what happened to his wife but I'm still trying to figure that out.

I was glad they didn't find out because I was sure they would kill me, but then, I couldn't believe the man I just saved was Xander. Hutton mentioned Xander as the son of Xavier, the man Lillian asked me to kill. I made a big mistake by saving him, but I can't tell why I am so happy he wasn't caught by them all. The Blue Moon Pack was among the ones who set the trap for him, and with the weapons I saw them holding, it was clear that Xander wouldn't have survived it. If that man in the trap is Xavier's son, then he must be different from his father; he doesn't look evil!

Karen asked. Clark showed a hint of awkwardness in his eyes. “You think someone like him would not realize such a simple trick? Hank is far too arrogant, while we are all thinking ahead of ourselves. In the future! Don’t associate yourself with Hank. He is a person with bad morals and thinks that he’s the greatest being that walked the earth.” “Yes, I understand.” Karen lightly nodded and asked, “Do you think Jason did it or was it a coincidence?” “I think Jason most probably had done it,” Hank said calmly.

I firmly refused, but he was insistent, barging into my room without permission. "Hank, you're crossing the line. Get out of my house," I demanded. He stared at me and spoke firmly, "Once you're safe, I won't bother you again." "I am safe here, and I'm not leaving," I asserted. Hank then questioned, "Carter Jones. What does he do?" I realized something. I had mentioned Carter's first name, but Hank referred to him by his full name. "Hank, how did you know his surname was Jones? Do you know him?"

Hank sneered coldly, knowing that Milo had successfully eliminated Anthony and taken over. "Three days?" Greg was taken aback. He had only been here for a day. It seemed that Hank was eager to save Melanie, but he was only half-informed about the identity of Greg. "Why do I feel like you’re praising me while actually belittling me?" Greg laughed. "Heh." Hank sneered, "Of course you're extraordinary!" "I seem to hear a hint of praise and derogation in your words?" Greg raised an eyebrow. "In business negotiations, the cunning prevails. I'm also half a businessman, so it goes both ways." Hank didn't deny his derogatory remarks toward Greg, but he also didn't bother to emphasize his own superio

“Since you’re under the impression that Zachary tricked you, you should confront him. Hank, do you think you’re a big shot? What is Zachary’s identity? How would he have the time to pay attention to someone insignificant like you? “If he’d put effort into tricking you, that would have been a waste of time. In fact, there are issues with your ability. You’re always busy publicly displaying your affection for Jessica, and that’s why there’s trouble with your work. Haha, that’s not surprising.” Hank scoffed. “If Zachary wants to trick me, he can just do it with one call. He won’t need to dirty his hands.” “Whatever. If you have the guts, go and confront Zachary. I’m not Zachary, and I know noth

“What do you really think, Hank?” Ella squeaks in protest, her head spinning to stare at her mate. “You can’t possibly disbelieve a word that boy said, Dominic!” Sinclair laughs, turning to his wife. “I didn’t say what I thought, Ella,” he says, grinning at her. “I’m just asking Hank for his professional opinion.” “It’s not a professional opinion,” Hank murmurs, still studying the door, “I’m a doctor not a…I don’t know. Whatever kind of person is in charge of interrogating people who were raised in violent cults.”

"Yesterday, Roger told me he hit a woman with his car, find out where he's been and the woman he hit. Get me everything about her and what she did to deserve getting hit by his car. I have a hunch that it's quite related to this matter." Hank nods deeply and bows again and Mike makes his exit in his own car. Hank watches him go and he spits. "Damned man. He helped me with the election and so what? I should be his lackey whenever he wants?" He kicks the dust as he heads back to the club. "I'll kill him with my own hands one day and I'll get away with it. Now to find this dark hero." He enters the club and it takes a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dim lights inside.