Cast Over The Hedge Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: The Spotlight The golden glow of the chandeliers bathed the grand ballroom in a warm, ethereal light. The hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and occasional bursts of laughter blended into a harmonious symphony of the elite. Hollywood’s finest had gathered at the extravagant premiere after-party, dressed in shimmering gowns and sharply tailored suits, sipping on champagne as they exchanged pleasantries and promises of future collaborations.

In the back of my mind, I was ready for the hedgehog to run me over, but it didn’t happen. “HOW DARE YOU!” She shouted, and it was perfect timing. Her big fat mouth opened just before the hedgehog got lodged in it. Opening my eyes, I blinked as I saw the sword had changed just as I pictured knocking into the hedgehog with all my might sending it flying across the room right at the Queen.

To my surprise, the notification "Message Failed to Send" popped up. I let out an incredulous laugh. The engagement hadn't even been finalized yet, and Lucas Hunt had already blocked me. "Where did you sneak in from? Hurry up and return Miss Hartley's ring!" The Hunt family's housekeeper lunged at me aggressively, but I sidestepped her with ease. "I'm a guest of the Hunt family. Is this how you treat your guests?" Queenie Hartley let out a mocking laugh. Without hesitation, she picked up her phone and called Lucas—my so-called fiancé.

Hazel P.O.V. The lower gate guard up the block lifts his head as if hearing his name. Three quick knocks sound on the post. Two slow. Old coin code. Becky kills the gate’s attempt to be helpful from her place with Lily with a little grunt of effort and a grin. “Foxglove favors the quick,” someone murmurs from the hedge. Josie’s voice is a ribbon you can hang anything on if you don’t mind it snapping under weight. Grady leans a fraction.

Chapter 73 Alessia's pov I looked at my image in the mirror, my poor frame looked so hopeless and lost. Lost in the uncertainty of my impending fate. Hedges had called, asking us over to the Alpha's aboard after close to two hours of waiting. He'd sounded neutral on the call, so it was impossible to dictate what consequences awaited us. Ophelia's figure crossing the mirror pulled me back to consciousness, and I turned to meet her gaze on me. ‘‘You will be fine, trust me. Hedges isn't bad as he may have seemed.’’ She tried comforting me.

However, there had been spotters who would help you out if you really couldn't do it yourself. Gabriel was just silly and overprotective of her nothing would happen to her here. Millie ran towards the hedge she ran along the curve wondering where the entrance was. The turn seemed never-ending, but at last, there was an opening. Millie stopped and poking her head around the hedge, and she found out there she could only go one way, to the right. The hedges were tall. There was no way she could see over the top of them, and they were round at the top not straight cut, they looked so natural, an organic sculpture. Some part of the hedge seemed to close in over the top, making the passageway dar

My heart raced as I saw him point to the war tent, his face impossible to interpret. *Whom is he speaking with?* I moved nearer, taking care to remain unseen. The shape in the shadows moved a bit, letting the torchlight touch their figure. Hidden. Cloaked. Strange. I concentrated hard to listen. “…That night during the eclipse,” Castor was saying. “It will be accomplished.” A break. The hooded figure then whispered a reply, their voice too faint to be heard. Castor agreed. "She won't have any suspicion."

it had been an inside job. It hadn’t been hard to track down the house where he had grown up. The house that had been home to Chuck and Maria McGregor. He rolled to a stop in the driveway. The garden Maria had so cherished was now a small, wild, snow covered thicket. Dirt littered the small compound. Epiphytes wrung themselves round anything they could. The low-cut wooden fence, the lamp-post out front, even the mail box.

“You actually made a bet on me? Didn't you see my name tag on the table?" "Yes, like we saw it at the fifth, tenth and twentieth reunion," Hank said. "I thought it was a sure thing you'd be a no-show again this year, but it appears not." He opened his wallet and reluctantly handed Jennifer the money. "So, how's the big Hollywood star?" he teased.

She hoped to be the bloody hero of the day. “Please I have a school to take care of. A family.” Hagen yelped, blood dropping from his lips, as he hit his back on the oak tree, he had been stabbed severally by Hayley who wore a hooded jacket. She smirked when the oak tree absorbed him.