Tony Hawk Romane & Geschichten

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

But I’m honored to call them my pack for their loyalty. “ WE ARE GOING TO GET OUR LUNA BACK! FIGHT IF NEEDED THE LESS CHAOS THE BETTER! WE ALL NEED TO TRY AND MAKE IT HOME IN ONE PIECE. THIS MIGHT END IN A WAR PLEASE STEP AWAY IF YOU HAVE ANY SECOND THOUGHTS!” I yelled over everyone but no one moved.

I rifled through my sketchbook, praying he left me alone like everyone else had. "I know you can draw. It's so beautiful. What's that? " he asked pointing at my newest sketch. I shut the book, sliding it out of his reach. I glared at him, not quite used to anyone disturbing me. He met my gaze coolly. " Ah! Where are my manners? " he said. I mumbled, "probably in your half eaten sandwich". He smiled. "Who knew you had a sense of humour? My name is Matthew. L. Henderson." I rolled my eyes, not caring I was sitting next to the mayor's son. He cocked his head, clearly waiting for me to introduce myself like the lady I wasn't.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

His hesitation appeared to irritate the Alpha further. Harrison stammered and began to cough, clearly struggling to respond to Alpha Riel's question. The Alpha's patience wore thin, and he raised his voice, demanding a clear answer. His frustration was evident, and it was clear that he shared a trait with Hawthorne – a dislike for being kept waiting. In the end, Harrison could do nothing but nod.

It has pay attention written all over his face. Hawk is a good player, he’s played a few teams now including Vancouver, Vegas and now Austin which is where he is from. Rumour has it that he plans to retire after the upcoming season to spend more time with his wife and their newborn. He’s a big lump of a guy and stands in around six five. He’s always been a tough one on the ice so to know he will be one of my wing men fills me with confidence.

He made his way through the would-be guards of the establishment and found himself face to face with Vec Tanner, the leader of the Coyotes himself. Vec Tanner Dawkins was a typical no-good self-mutilating, drug-popping, so-called "realist", that seemed to always be in the worst place at the worst time since childhood. Word was he was abused so badly by every foster service that took him in that he ended up killing several of the family members before running away and becoming a Coyote.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people. Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me. There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.