Zac Hanson Novels & Stories

Beaming. "I'm swooning over you guys." Angela chirped fist bumping Lennox. She let out a low warning growl when Hunter flicked her forehead for fun and it f*cking hurt. "Wanna die?" She gritted as his brows shot up. "The f*ck you teaching her?" Hunter glared at Lennox who seemed indifferent and was focused on his gorgeous wife conversing with Silvia, Emma, Aurora, and Catherine. Draken stood among Xander and Azure.

"You need to talk to Ashleigh. Tell her you are trying to figure this out, so she doesn't reject you. At least by going to her, she knows you are still in this with her and that you choose her instead of Grace." "I love her, man, and I fucked up. I can't face Ashleigh right now," Zander sighs, scrubbing his hand over his face. I roll my eyes and slump back against the basin, he won't listen to me in this state. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up," I grumble, trying to help him out of the shower. He stands and strips out of his clothes and throws them over to the laundry hamper. "I'll stay a bit longer, still stink," he mumbles.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Alexandro followed it immediately, heading straight to the coast. He stood at the edge of the roaring sea, the wind lashing against his skin as the waves crashed at his feet. Somewhere across the vast ocean was Serena. He could feel it. Her scent still lingered in his senses. His bond to her was unbroken, but weakened, dulled by distance and silver. He looked up at the moon—full and bright, a symbol of strength and clarity. Dropping to his knees in the sand, he tilted his head back and let out a deep, guttural howl. “Moon goddess,” he whispered, “please… guide me.”

he asked, his voice low. Carlisle sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he sat on the porch steps. "It’s as we suspected. Zane Marlow is a fake name. The guy doesn’t exist in any official records—not in any pack, not in human systems. It’s a cover, plain and simple." Asher’s jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck visibly tensing. "Of course it is. But what about the money? How are these mercenaries getting funded?"

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

I struggle to say; my voice is raspy from lack of use. "Isla!" Zac rushes to my side, "You're awake, thank the goddess. You are awake!" His voice was frantic, much like his appearance. Dark circles outline his bright eyes, his usually perfectly styled hair is disheveled, and the thick layer of stubble says taking care of himself has been a low priority.

Hanson was so severely injured that it was impossible for him to become a master fighter in his lifetime. Then, Zayn stepped on Hanson’s chest to stop him from standing up. Zayn stared down at Hanson from high above and said, “Hanson Griffin, I forgot to inform you that I’ve already consumed the Ossiumol-100 and I’m a master fighter now while you, you’re just an acquired fighter. A good-for-nothing like you is only a slightly stronger ant to me.”

The only thing about our situation is that he's so focused with where we are going and he probably isn't aware about how sweet shit we look right now. I've never held hands with anyone except Ashton but he's an exception because he is my best friend and there's no romantic strings attached between us. So, Cyrus is the first guy I have held hands with. He's my first real kiss and not that Dylan because there was no feelings to it at all, and he's the first man I've been intimate with in my twenty four years of existence. Gosh, I am blushing!