Calla Hayes Novels & Stories

I leaned into Orrin as we approached a group of tech moguls, their eyes lighting up as I introduced myself. “Aaliyah Hayes, CEO of Elevations. I’m thrilled to be back in New York, and I’m looking forward to shaking things up a little.” The men exchanged glances, clearly impressed. One of them—a silver-haired CEO with a shark’s grin—extended a hand. “Your campaigns have been the talk of the industry, Mrs. Hayes. I’d love to discuss a potential collaboration.” Orrin’s hand rested lightly on my lower back like a subtle claim. “She’s the best in the game. You’d be lucky to work with her.”

Hayle had spent years learning about finance to impress him, but it had all been in vain. Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering silenced the room. A gardener had accidentally knocked over a vase of roses. The clubhouse manager rushed over, berating the old man. "You fool! Do you know what you’ve done? Get out of here!" "Wait," Hayle intervened, stepping forward. She picked up one of the roses from the ground, noticing the carefully removed thorns and the rare variety. "These roses were specially brought by Mr. Lane Senior, weren’t they? It would be a waste to leave them as mere decorations. Why don’t we hand them out to the ladies here, so they can appreciate the gesture?"

A black suit that screamed "I bill by the second." "Mr. Hayes," she said, voice like chilled vodka. Her eyes flicked over him – damp hair, my stupid band t-shirt, joggers – and her perfectly sculpted eyebrow didn’t even twitch. Impressive. "Cassandra Vance. Chief of Staff. We’re here to facilitate your transition." Facilitate your transition. Christ. They made him sound like a software update.

Grayson’s gaze scans us like we’re beneath the air he breathes, the standard scowl already pulling at his face, “you’re late.” “We’re not late,” Hayes answers in a flat, cold tone. “We came to check on the pack and leave, that’s it.” “Leave?” Grayson repeats and lets out a bark of laughter, “what, you’re going to run back to that little bitch and play happily ever after on enemy land?” My stomach drops, but I remain frozen, unable to speak. Hayes is so much better than me, at least he has the courage to talk back. “Her name is Ophelia, not little bitch.”

HAYES "Please, Alpha Hayes, don't banish us to the lower halls," Tanya begged, tears streaming down her face as she scrambled up from the floor, clutching her silk wrap to her chest. "We can fix it. Let us stay and try again. Please—I'll do anything—I'll get on my knees and beg—"

Jade He showed up at the showroom on a Wednesday afternoon without calling first. I was in the back workroom with my seamstress Rosa going through the final fitting on the fourth look, the deep blue piece that had been giving me trouble at the shoulder seam, when Camille, my front desk assistant, appeared in the doorway with a look on her face that I had never seen from her before, a combination of professional composure and genuine surprise that did not quite resolve into either. “There’s someone here to see you,” she said. “Hayes Calloway.”

I realise the blonde is still standing there, waiting for me to dismiss her or say something else, so I refocus, wanting to know who the delicious scent belongs to, because I'm fairly certain it's not the girl standing in front of me. "Perhaps." I lean forward and inhale, sure enough the wildflower aroma is only on the material, not from the girl in front of me. "Ask her who the dress belongs to." Rei perks up again. His interest is unusual but obvious, he suspects it may belong to our mate and his desire to find and claim her is taking precedence over everything else. "In a minute." Despite also wanting to find out who the mystery girl is, I need to find out more about this Calista first, t

Her delusional mind was shattered into pieces and her heart trembled with fear at the possibility that something terrible might happen and foil her plans. So, that day…… the conversation between Mark and Jay… was not a dream. It is true that Maya is alive and mated to the legendary alpha Ashton! She is also a luna, and of a powerful pack! "Jesus! What did I do?" Lily almost shoved her head into the wall.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.