April Hale Novels & Stories

Mrs Macaulay a fair-skinned lady in her late forties asks. Mrs Macaulay is a fair-skinned woman in her late forties. She is a widow with two daughters, her husband died four years into there marriage. She had been the one catering for her two daughters. Her husband wasn't really successful when he was alive, but at least they were living comfortably. She currently has two malls. With some landed properties. "Not yet. Mum, " Trisha responds. "I'm wondering what you are waiting for, " Mrs Macaulay says in a harsh tone. Making Trisha rolls her eyes. She knew she was dead if her mum caught her.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her defiant eyes, the way her lips tasted of whiskey and rebellion, the stubborn strength she carried like armor. April wasn’t like anyone I’d ever met. She was a storm—wild, untamed, and utterly unshaken by the weight of the world around her. She’d invaded my thoughts, my dreams, my very soul. I gripped the balcony railing until my knuckles turned white. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, its agitation mirroring my own. “You left her,” he growled in the back of my mind.

I was making my way to the corner of the house where I was to meet Sylvia who would smuggle me back in when I bumped into someone running at me. “Hey!” April exclaimed as we collided, a sniffle following her words as if she had been crying. “Who are you?” She stopped me when I tried to walk around her. I had to bite down hard on my lips to stop my wolf’s snarls from leaking. Rather than engage her, I tried to sidestep her again but she cut off my path. “You look like a suspicious person.” She blocked me again. “Who are you?” She grabbed my cloak and yanked. The hood lowered and her red eyes widened. “O – Oh, Persephone.”

She wrapped the scarf tightly, demanding "Where is that nightmare of a sister-in-law?" Shutting the doors as they all came in, Leila rushed to stop April, who was already going towards the steps. She grabbed her by the elbow, immediately getting a repulsed look back. "Calm down, ma'am. People are still sleeping upstairs." She pleaded, in a shaky voice. "Do I look like I fucking care?" snapped back April as she shook Leila away. She was Scotch-born in wealth and power, while the Dales were only lucky to touch money in their generation. They should fear her, and not the other way around.

“I dоn’t know whо Aрrіl іѕ, but I do knоw оf Jessup. Evеrуоnе dоеѕ. Whаtеvеr hаѕ hарреnеd to his nіесе іѕ nоt mу buѕіnеѕѕ.” “April wаѕ taken Neon, bеаtеn аnd thеn snatched frоm Times Square. Cаrrіе was hurt tоо. They’re іnnосеnt girls. Never ѕееn a dау on thе ѕtrееt. Onе’ѕ a veterinarian; the оthеr’ѕ a jоurnаlіѕt. They’re nоt mеаnt for this lіfе. Thеу dоn’t fіt іn like уоu dіd.”

He looked like a storm trying not to destroy everything around it. And then I walked into the lion’s den. Bright lights burned against my skin as I sat opposite the host, Vanessa Reeve — a woman whose smile could slice glass. Her crimson dress glimmered beneath the lights, and her perfume, sharp and floral, clawed at my throat. “Welcome, everyone,” she began, her voice dripping with polished confidence. “Today, we have with us the woman the world cannot stop talking about — Maya Hale. The human at the center of the most controversial love story of the decade.”

“It’s nice to meet you, April.” April gives Sophia an odd look before she extends her hand and shakes it. “Hey.” Chelsea takes Tate’s hand and stops before April. “Hello, April. A while back, we talked to Micah, and he told us that about this courageous girl who might need a home. What do you think? Do you want to come home with us?” April’s brow furrows as she looks back and forth between my family and me. I almost choke with amusement at her response.“Are you sure, mam? I mean, I’m a handful. Just ask Mr. Moore here.” She points her thumb at an amused Mr. Moore.

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

I can smell the aroma of Sinigang, my favorite! "Breaking news! Brooklyn's Shoe Collection owner Helene Brooklyn, report about her daughter missing." I turn my gaze on the television and Hilary's mom is on T.V. "If you see my daughter please inform us! We are willing to give a reward! I just really want to see my daughter!" she said while crying in front of the camera. Hilary and I are best friends for like two to three but she never tells stores about her parents or family. Maybe she wants it to keep private and I respect that. It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what.