April Hale Novels & Stories

It's almost been a year and yet I couldn't find a clue of where she is, and what makes my search harder is Rachel is a loner and secretive person, in many ways she is like me. Except for the fact that she is loud and quirky which is quite opposite of what I'm, but staying away from her made me realize one thing that I haven't realized working with her for years. That her smile and attitude are just a mask that she puts on to hide the true feeling in her heart. Her smile is nothing but a shield that she uses to protect herself from suffering, but that day with alcohol in her system she is finally able to show the pain, the thoughts the feeling she has been hiding for years, and that was the l

In her final moments of life, Lara came across Carla and in the nick of time, turned her. Turning in vampiric terms was yet another profound matter. Lara took Carla’s memories and wiped them from her mind, leaving within her, a new soul. Carla was Lara’s trusted assistant, her right-hand man and bodyguard. But even without her memories, Carla retained the purity of her soul. She was kind and innocent, and that part of her alone made me fill up with remorse for not being able to reciprocate her love.

“Hale didn't meet me for days, then I heard the news about his death.” “My only friend was gone.” Tears fill his eyes. “I just wanted to confirm that you're really his elder sister, and that's why I sent you to that haunted building.” “You see…I have been investigating Hale's death on my own. The portrait you found was left by me in the art room.” “That shadow was you?” He nods in response. “The girl Hale loves is Lozark Aylestone's illegitimate daughter, Fera.” My heart drops to my stomach. “After Hale's death, she never set foot outside her mansion. She definitely knows something about Hale's death.”

If she could not seize it tonight, she could at least unsettle its owner. Psychological pressure could soften a target long before a single shot was fired. Hailey drew a military dagger from the sheath strapped to her thigh and placed it neatly on the living room table, the blade gleaming under the dim ambient light. Then she turned and dissolved into the shadows, vanishing as soundlessly as she had arrived. Moments later, she slipped back through the wall. Keegan remained outside, standing guard. He looked at her, surprised by her swift return. "Did you find anything?"

She find him kissing another girl, and when being confronted about it, Josh didn't took the blame and decided to put it on her, calling her needy, makes all of it seem like her fault for being self centered for years after all the things that happened with her mother. So impulsively she bought a ticket halfway across the world to here, where nobody will know Natasha Hale and being someone new that is fun and adventurous instead of the boring needy one that Josh seem to saw on her. "He's a fucking asshole," The guy retorts after she finish her story. Honestly, she really needs to stop referring to him as the guy, spilling half her life story and she didn't even know the guy fucking name. Seem

I need you to read this. We looked at each other. He kept reading. Out loud, after the first two lines, so I could hear it in real time. Cara Hale was forty-one. She had spent the last fifteen years watching her brother make bad decisions and take no responsibility for them. She had not been in contact with Patrick for three years. She had seen the Priya Nair profile and she had seen Alex's name and she had looked up the Hargreave case. She had done research. Then she had found something.

April was diligently performing her morning chores, her tasks having doubled since the other slaves left. As she scrubbed the hallway floors, she accidentally spilled a bucket of water. The water splashed onto Leona, who was walking by. Leona, known for her cruelty and disdain for anything unclean, stopped in her tracks. Her eyes blazed with fury. "You clumsy little wretch!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the hallway. "I'm so sorry, ma'am. It was an accident," April stammered, trying to clean up the mess.

She knew he wasn’t helpless. Not twenty minutes later, April noticed Chloe standing in the shadows, glaring at her. How she expected to keep her beauty while harbouring such hate for everyone around her, April didn’t know. She knew it came from Chloe’s mother. She’d seen the woman at work as she cut others down over nothing. The woman always appeared as if she were smelling something terrible, possibly due to a botched plastic surgery in April's opinion. No one spoke of it, but the change happened after she’d disappeared from media for two months several decades ago.

I mutter evenly as I walk around him and make my way out of the door. However, as the days progress, I can’t help but recall his comment about April dealing with a lot of pain. Eventually, curiosity gets the best of me, and I do some research. To my shock, I am unable to find any information about April before she came to live with Micah’s parents. I try every trick that I can think of but find nothing. It makes no sense. I’m one of the best hackers in the world. Second only to Logan Blake and the long-deceased Hunter Cohen. However, when I do the math in my head, I realize that Hunter was alive when Tate and Chelsea adopted April. It would only make sense that Hunter erased her records. But