Adventures of Hathan Nederson: Wild Ice
By: DeeDee Drake
It was a hard life to be Hathan, so many ladies always swooning over him and totally going after his smoking hawt bod. When you go somewhere and everyone is alerted to your presence by the glory that radiates from your being with golden rays coming from the heavens and lighting your path. It was just an opening to pursuit every time he walked into a room. Hathan loved the attention, but he figured that he was a maturing young man-god and should stick with a single most shagadelic lady.
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Hathan thought it would be a day like any other as woke up early to do his usual workout routine. He had a big hockey game that he would absolutely dominate as he always did, and after that he would head to the bar with his team and celebrate. Little did he realize that fate had a very different plan for him this fine day. As soon as he got the puck and was approaching the goal he got absolutely rekt from behind and was rushed to the hospital. As he lay there recovering, he noticed the room began to brighten. He looked towards the door as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen walked in. She sat down beside him and he immediately knew that he had met his match in wit, charm, and mojo.
“I am sorry for wrecking you from behind back there,” she said.
“No, no, no, don’t worry about it, I am fine,” replied Hathan, “What is your name?”
“Marah Sarshall,” responded Marah.
Any similarities to real people, places, and events are purely coincidental and do not reflect the opinions or views of the author(s).
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