Calla Hayes Novels & Stories

I kissed him and told him I would. I met Hailey Cruise through Nina because she was her high school friend turned long-time friend. She was the last and only girl in her family, so she received the princess treatment. She was a writer with a few notable books to her name. While people saw her as a successful author, Hailey said she saw herself as a regular woman with a love for her work. She was dating Mason Yates, a billionaire son running his family industry, which deals solely in agricultural produce.

Keisha assured and Layla shook her head slowly. "Make sure he loses his tongue.." Nolan instructed. "Are you killing him?" Darren asked. "Not yet," Nolan replied, removing his hands from Hayes' neck. "Where are you going? I have a request to make.." Hayes began mischievously. "I should at least have a taste of her, what do you think?" Hayes raised a brow at Nolan as his eyes raked Layla. "She's very pretty, how come I didn't notice her last night, I would have made sure to kidnap her.." he said meaningfully.

Whatever she conveyed made his lips curve into a grin. "Oh wow. Well, you better give me his details, princess. I gotta make sure nobody’s playing with Hailey’s heart." "Come on, Coby," I laughed. His tone was so serious it was borderline adorable. "It’s just a date." "Yeah, but—" "I’ll give you the details, Coby," Jenna cut in, her smile sugary sweet and oh-so-practiced. "It’s Carter. You remember? Damien’s friend from high school—Carter Hayes."

I love a good business deal and she was a part of it. To Sandrine and her father I am Wyatt Hayes, CEO of Hayes Enterprises, Billionaire and single, never seen parading women, a man that keeps to himself but enjoys the good things money can buy, good cars, expensive watches, tailored suits, eating in expensive restaurants. What they don’t know is that I am The Reaper. The man her father fears the most, the man every man has nightmares about.

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

Hayden groaned. "You really are a problem," Hayden looked at me with frightening compassion. "I apologize," I said obsequiously. "If you want Cáel to kneel, call Katrina and convince her to make you Cáel's boss. Then he will kneel, follow, leap in front of bullets, punch your enemies, play with your children, or get your lunch. It is what he does and he's done all that before and more. If you want to make him jump, take ten minutes out of your busy lives and use a phone," Hayden scanned the room.

Amelia POV Lyra signed the paper. The buyer's representative immediately reached out for the document. "It's done, Amelia," Lyra breathed, triumphant. "The Hayes legacy is officially over." Suddenly, the boardroom doors flew open. A tall, menacing figure stepped in. It wasn't Adrian. It was Branwyn Hayes. He was older, colder, and utterly terrifying. "You're late, Lyra," Branwyn said, his eyes fixed on me. "And you brought company." Lyra smiled, a nervous, desperate gesture. "It's handled, Mr. Hayes. The sale is finalized. The final assets are yours."

It was indeed a beginning of a long journey! The door creaked open, welcoming a curious figure in the solitude. My precious honey’s voice echoed in my ears. “Mommy …” She gasped, her little hands flying to her mouth. “You are looking like a moon fairy!” Her cute voice melted my heart into a puddle, garnering my attention. I turned towards her, admiring the sight in front of me. Hayley wore her flower girl dress, a soft cream base with pale pink ribbons tied at her wrist, her brown curls pinned with miniature white roses. It looked like she had stepped out of the storybook.

A soft exhale escaped my lips when I got it right, then I shifted my gaze to her. “Miss Hayes… has she arrived yet? She shook her head, her voice soft and firm as she spoke. “She isn’t at the hall yet, but I heard she arrived at the hotel yesterday night.” It seemed like Mrs. Hayes was a very reserved person. I had tried to get a hold of her from the moment she showed interest in Adams Group, but she never reciprocated the same energy. I was only able to communicate with her assistant throughout the purchase of the company shares—never with her directly.

The title alone was enough to shake the world. THE HAYES FILES: A THIRTY-YEAR RECORD OF POWER, SILENCE, AND BLOOD Within seconds, confirmation pings flooded her screen. Within minutes, servers strained. Within ten minutes, Calder Hayes’ name was trending globally. Grace’s phone rang. She didn’t answer. Then another. And another. Jordan glanced at the caller ID. “Unknown. Unknown. Blocked number.” Grace closed the laptop slowly. “He knows.” Calder Hayes threw the glass across the room.