Calla Hayes Novels & Stories

A knock came on the door, interrupting our discussion. Hayley walked in with a tray in hand, holding food. “Hey, Dark baby,” she called in a sultry voice. She was dressed in a transparent gown that showed her undies and bra. The sight of her almost made me gag. How many times had I told her I wasn’t interested? “Oh, Lady Havana. I didn’t expect to see you here,” she smiled brightly, walking closer. I turned away from her as she stepped nearer. “I made cookies. Do you want to try some, my lady?”

she said, her voice steady. He put his hand in his pocket and handed a business card over to her. “Call me.” With a last nod, he turned and disappeared into the crowd leaving Elara to stare after him. Her eyes drifted to the black card with gold ink on it which said: Killian Hayes CEO, Hayes Global Enterprises. Her lips twitched, the card was just as polished and intimidating as he was. She slipped the card into her clutch, she'll think about it later. **** The next morning, she sat at her desk in her office, the sunlight streaming in through the window. The estate has an immaculate garden which made her fall in love with it and it could be seen from her office window.

His voice was quiet, almost amused. Willis pressed on. “We’re saying it’s one hell of a coincidence.” Ishaan let the silence stretch before responding. “And yet, coincidences happen every day.” Calloway cleared his throat, shifting gears. “Alright. Let’s talk about something else.” He closed the file, lacing his fingers together. “Hayden Hayes. Remember him?” The name sent an unexpected jolt through Ishaan. He kept his expression neutral, but something in his chest coiled tight.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

I’m already stressed , and the sun is barely up. I pour myself a mug of the burnt coffee , pretending the bitterness is intentional . My laptop is open because apparently my brain decided “anxiety at dawn” is my new personality. My fingers move on their own: “Hayes-Alvarez 1987.” The screen loads. Spinning wheel. Then an old news clipping pops up. Grainy photo. Two men shaking hands like they’re sealing the future between their palms. Victor Hayes — sharp jaw, storm-gray eyes full of calculation.

The Passing Observation Mrs. Elena was carefully arranging a vase of fresh white roses on the marble pedestal in the main hallway. Her back was to the grand staircase, but her ears were finely tuned to the rhythms of the house she had served for twenty years. She knew the sound of Mr. Hayes’s study door opening, and she knew the weight of Killian’s footsteps—lately, too heavy, too slow. It was mid-afternoon. Killian had just returned from campus, likely drained from his exams. He was shedding his blazer in the quiet foyer when the study door clicked open, and Mr. Hayes stepped out, a slip of pale blue paper held tightly between his thumb and forefinger.

He looked up at me like he already knew everything there was to know. “Miss Carson. Thank you for coming on such short notice.” My eyebrows lifted. “You… know my name?” “I know a great deal more than that,” he said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Please. Sit.” I lowered myself into the leather chair across from him, suddenly aware of how cheap my clothes looked against the polished backdrop of this place. “I’m Mr. Hayes,” he continued. “I work directly under the person you would be—if selected—contracted to assist.”

"Is this Hayley? If so, respond on this frequency. I'm Liam. I need to talk to you." "Hi, there! You've reached the channel belonging to Hayley Reid, the greatest, most beautiful, and most awesome person in the universe. What's up?" Hayley blinked when she heard that. "You are…Hayley?" Liam asked. "Nope, I'm Hayz, spelled H-A-Y-Z!" "Who's Hayz?" "I'm Ms. Reid's assistant. Just tell me what you need. No need to be shy."

"They’re something else." The car hit a bump, and the glove box flew open. A small, silver rattle fell out. I picked it up. It was engraved with the Oak-Leaf crest. "Who put this here?" I asked. Caleb didn't answer. He just drove faster. The phone in Hayes’s pocket buzzed. He pulled it out and looked at the screen. "It’s a message from the Cathedral," Hayes said. His face went white. "Read it," I commanded. " 'The First Alpha has woken up. And he wants his grandchildren.' "

She spent decades organizing community programs, scholarship initiatives, and fundraising events. She knew hundreds of people. Maybe thousands. Still… Seeing her name inside a file connected to Ethan’s biological mother felt strange. Too strange to ignore. I lowered my eyes back to the document. “What exactly was their connection?” “We don’t know.” Of course we didn’t. Nothing lately came with answers. Only more questions. According to the records, Caroline Hayes had worked briefly at a charitable foundation nearly thirty years ago. The same foundation where my grandmother had served as a senior administrator. The overlap lasted less than a year.