Virgil Hawkins Novels & Stories

Devin butted in. Inspector Santos glared at Devin for interrupting and she said, “continue, Ms. Green.” Rolling my eyes, I ignored her glare at my actions. “It was Camilla Smith.” I repeated, “she swayed her bat, like Harley Quinn, and she hit me too many times until I lost consciousness. The next thing I knew, Devin was on my side and I’m in this hospital.” “Thank you, Ms. Green,” the lady officer stood up and fixed her lady tux suit jacket. “Who’s Harley Quinn?” she gave a wink before exiting the room.

Being the big baby she was, Liz yelled back "you see who's at the door! " Mentally gnashing her teeth that would soon disappear if Liz continued behaving like a baby, she hastily threw on a robe and walked past Liz where she sat on the sofa, making faces at Becca . Becca stuck her tongue out at her and smiled. They were children sometimes. The poor doorbell rang again. She slid the chain halfway and peeped. Standing outside, in the glare of the afternoon sun, was Luke Hawkins,looking vibrant,wearing a cheerful smile like always.

"Shown by appointment." John Wilson was the agent's name. "I wonder if he's related to Asshole Wilson? I asked myself. Asshole Wilson was a guy I went to high school with. His actual name was Walter. I have called him Asshole and a few thousand other less than flattering names since I found out it was him that ruined the last month of high school and banished me from California for seven years. Asshole had wanted to take Crystal MacGreggor to the prom. He wanted her for his girlfriend. Problem was she was dating me and had agreed to go to the prom with me.

Virgil was never treated by others with this kind of attitude before, so his mood darkened as he looked at the captain, feeling upset. However, Virgil did not plan to give up. He quickly regained his composure and said with a smile, "I'm Virgil Knowles from the Knowles family of Anneshire. We're going into Drunham City to take care of some important business. I'd appreciate it if you'd do me a favor.." Virgil gave his subordinate a signal with his eyes as he spoke, and his subordinate immediately understood it. He grabbed a few packets of expensive cigarettes and some envelopes with money in them from the car. Then, he handed them to the captain.

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?"

“Now, before we get there and I potentially offend one of my oldest friends, let me tell you about the last of Reagan’s sisters arriving today. Malin is mated to my son and she is a true Holstin. They have six pups and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she pulled an Angel and ends up having another pup several years younger than the others, just like Reagan. Emerson is mated to Malin’s twin, Quinn. Somehow, Emerson has managed to keep Quinn to a respectable four pups, but you never know. She’s a Holstin, after all. Both of them have a set of twins, both girls. They are terrors and I can say that because one set of those twins are my granddaughters. And by terrors, you understand that I mean

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

~ HYACINTH CLAUSEN ~ I parked the car in front of the Satan villa. I rolled down the window to take a good look at the villa and to make up my mind if I should stay here or turn back. My hand clenched around the steering wheels and I subconsciously started to bite my nails on the other hand. I could pretend to be strong but alone I was always like this, anxious, nervous, and scared of what others might think of me. When I was alone I always seek for the warmth of someone’s touch, not in a sexual way but in a way that could calm my monsters down. I always wanted someone who could say ‘There’s no need to bite on your nails Hyacinth, I’m here.

Eagle Central gymnasium is packed, there are no empty spaces, Calvin arrives and lets me know that Maggie is sitting on the first row and that all tickets were sold. “We are going to get good money, Sickle. I saw two famous fighters in the audience, that actor from action movies, fuck, I don’t remember the guy’s name now, and two distinguished politician, Senator Hanks and the other guy I have his name on the tip of my tongue, what a shit head of mine.” I say the name of the miserable man, knowing that it’s almost impossible for me to be wrong. “Frederic Owen.” “That’s it, that’s the name of the guy.”