April Hale Novels & Stories

🖤Jacob🖤 The news headline stayed on my screen for so long the words started blurring together eventually. “Jay Hale finally laid to rest in private Hale cemetery.” Underneath it was a blurry picture somebody took from far away. Black umbrellas. Black cars. Black clothes. A family burying the center of their world. My chest tightened painfully while I stared at the image longer than I should have. Somewhere in that crowd was Alexandra probably dressed in black with those empty eyes she’d been carrying lately.

my eyes widened. "I was young," Mara said. "Younger than you are now. And I watched a Veyrith woman stand in the middle of everything they sent against her and not fall." Her voice was completely even. "She didn't fight back. She just stood. And then she walked into the forest and she did not come back." I stared at her. "Who was she?" I asked. Mara held my gaze for one long, steady moment. "Her name," Mara said quietly, "was Aelindra Hale."

Fated to me for all of eternity. HELLO! THIS IS A AUTHORS NOTE. I MADE A MISTAKE IN THE LAST UPDATE BY REFERRING TO APRIL AS A WOLF. THAT'S A MISTAKE. I'M CURRENTLY WRITING TWO BOOKS(ONE IS ON ANOTHER PLATFORM) AND WHILE TRYING TO BEAT DEADLINES, I OFTEN MISTAKE THE TWO STORIES FOR ONE ANOTHER, HENCE THAT MISTAKE. I'M VERY SORRY FOR THAT MIX UP. APRIL IS HUMAN, THAT HAS BEEN THE MAIN PLOT OF THE BOOK SINCE WE STARTED.

I stood up, using my height to crowd the space, forcing Conrad to take a half-step back. "Let’s not get emotional," I said, smoothing the lapels of my jacket. "Sarah Hale is a brilliant woman. She’s a corporate strategist who has generated millions in revenue for the agricultural and economic sectors this fiscal year alone. She doesn't go around looking for petty drama, and she certainly doesn't waste her time digging dirt on your wives without being severely provoked." "Provoked?" Marcus scoffed, though he shrank back into his chair. "She went into a private room at The Pierre and cased a scene."

Women danced in various costumes, some elaborate, others minimal. A woman in a black suit approached me. Older, confident, the kind of person who'd seen everything twice and wasn't impressed anymore. "First time?" she asked. "That obvious?" "You have that look." She gestured toward the back. "I'm Madam Fantasy. I run this establishment. What can we do for you?" "I have a Private booth. And I was recommended someone named Jailbird." She lifted an eyebrow, not surprised but definitely more attentive now. “Jailbird is one of our most requested performers. I hope you understand she doesn't come cheap.”

April got into her hotel room dressed like a man. Her eyes were narrowed in anger as she threw down a lamp from the bedside table. "A surprise wedding, huh?" She gritted, blood burning with anger. "I'll give them a wedding to remember!" April flew into South City in disguise for a secret mission for the Cordel family. After seeing the press around her sister and Rafael's survival as well as her mother taking over the Lontoc and Rivera companies, she sought for an opportunity to come into South City and when the opportunity presented itself, she took it with both hands.

April asked. “Dawn is the Mietra of the nightfall coven. She is a pure-blood witch. Bryan has told me that Aaron should not find out about him getting hurt at all costs. Hence, I didn’t go to him, but do you know something?” April sighed and kept her hand over her forehead before she said, “Someone… someone…. Claire!” April said suddenly and Ashley looked at her and blinked, “okay and who is this Claire?” “Claire is Bryan’s step mother.”

The good girl, the golden girl of New York high society, was in a lion's den that didn't fit the deception Enzo gave me three nights ago. “Grace Hale, daughter of Mayor Hale’s youngest daughter. Twenty-four years old, a cello artist. She is quite popular in the world of cello. A prodigy. There is nothing to find out. She is the definition of a good girl.” Enzo said. Soon after, one of our bouncers followed her path. Well, now that was interesting. Four days ago Miss Hale was laughing in the middle of one of the busiest streets, and now another one was following her.

The chapters will be for the short story Love After 40 from this point forward. Hale Shelton: I gave up on love eighteen years ago when my mate and wolf died. I only lived for my son, and I limped through that. Now that he’s grown and found his mate, they think I need to find love again. I highly doubt I’ll find it on a dating app, but here goes nothing.

“Now you’re under my rules, April, you’re under the Son of Hades’s rules. And that is why I offer you a way out, revenge against those who clouded your beautiful eyes but above all, I offer you to be the lady of this place in exchange for your help. What do I want? I need more than a translator. I need a lady that doesn’t need to be saved by her charming prince, I need someone who can carry her promises in one hand and point with a gun with the other, what do you say, April? What do you say now, are you willing or not?” A tear fell from April’s eyes. How long did she have to wait for someone to make that offer? When she managed to get out of the ravines alive, she felt how her heart was blin