Zac Hanson Novels & Stories

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

His lies were that obvious because of my curse, and the rich were smart enough to not fall for his life. Hence, Mark kept trying for months but got nothing but fractures on every bone in his body. Unable to bear such anguish anymore, he jumped off a building after getting piss drunk. Before he died, he yelled at the rubberneckers down below, "Zach Johnson is evil! He forced me to do this!" Even in death, he wanted to drag me to hell. Sadly for him, netizens these days were sharp as tacks, merely scoffing at his last words. [It's just an eye for an eye—a life for a life. Could have lived longer if you didn't cheat with a married woman.]

“You almost looked like a husband there. Warm smile. Hand on her waist. Thought you were going to spin her into a dance and call it a day. And she didn't really think that she would play the role of a Luna. And yet, there she was, the perfect Luna that everyone would want to have. Only she was being honest. I'm not really sure about you.” “I wasn't going to fake something like this for a show.” I'm not tired walking away. He sighed. “You really are a piece of work, you know that? Everything that's going around right under your nose and you just seem to miss it. Or maybe you see it, but you don't want to face it.” I stopped. He was the one man who could speak to me the way that he wanted, mos

Richards Pov I was exhausted but I don't want to give up, not again, I have a lead to save Dame, I am running through this whole forest to reach that place, which will be closed soon, so far I never thought this place ever existed. All reckoned that place is just a folk story now it is confirmed really exists all thanks to Hansa, yep only true mate of Leo who is white witch queen and one of three sentries who were a witch, a hybrid, and a warlock. We three were the ones supposed to protect the Savior of the supernaturals for that we must protect his source of power. Confusing? Let me explain, Savior was the person who was blessed by all mighty and a true warrior of god who was born to protec

Thinking of that, I didn't see them in the last days. My eyes trailed back towards him, Zachariah Diaz. He was wearing a dark blue fennel with a white t-shirt underneath. A silver chain hung around his neck. His hair looked messy, but in a good way. Dark dirty blonde curls rested just above his eyebrows. Glasses rested on the bridge of his nose making him look like an ultimate nerd. But those eyes had everything. Bright blue. A color that brought happiness. I liked the way how his eyes would slightly cinch from the corners when he laughed. The way his lips would curl up showing a dimple on one side of the face. He was gorgeous. Handsome.

Mason cranked the wheel and turned his truck into the driveway. "Zain?" Hannah squeaked. "Yeah, you know my cousin, don't you?" "Wait, you're cousins with Zain? Captain Hook, Zain?" Her voice rose in pitch, getting higher and higher. Not only did Zain work for Aegis Group, but he was their chief technical bad ass and doer of all things with one hand tied behind his back. Literally, since he'd had one arm amputated from the elbow down following an accident during a deployment.

“And let’s not forget, he’s the one who turned Zack into a human punching bag, not Elijah.” Zoe opens her mouth to retort, but before she can get a word out, a familiar middle-aged man in a crisp hotel uniform approaches our table. His nametag reads Daniel, and his polite smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Excuse me, are you Miss Zoe?” he asks, his gaze flickering between us. Zoe freezes for half a second, then points at me. “Nope, that’s her." “Seriously?” I roll my eyes at her and glance back at Daniel. “What’s the problem?”

– Sonny yells in his head. - I don't care about your excuses. Pay real attention to what I'm about to tell you. I, Angel Carson Brown, of the Lycan Moon Pach, reject you, Klaus Nelson Young, of the Lucan Moon Pack, as my mate. As soon as he finishes speaking, pain crushes Angel's chest, but he shifts and runs back to the packhouse without looking back.

Hunter: The clearing was quiet, clean even. And that was the worse part. It was too clean for a place where we had lost our men. They were two of our best warriors. And for them to be laying on the ground, dead, like they were… I couldn’t process it. There was no scent trail. No prints. Just stillness and the faint metallic tang of death. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I tried to make sense of it, but nothing clicked…