Coco Characters Hector Novels & Stories

The life trial system "If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It" burst onto the scene like a traveling circus promising wonders. The idea was plain enough: "If you reckon someone's life is a mess, and you think you can do better, go ahead and prove it. There's a reward waiting if you do." Before I knew it, my whole family had me pegged for the fool in the middle of the show. There was my mother, dreaming of turning me into some grand goose; my husband, who'd spent years dodging his rightful share of the family load; and my son, mortified by the very sight of me. They shoved me onto the "judgment seat" like I was the villain of the tale. Every last one of them swore up and down that, given my place, they'd manage my life better than I ever could. The stakes? Well, if they pulled it off, my consciousness would be erased—gone, wiped out like a mistake on a chalkboard—and turned into their personal servant. On top of that, they'd waltz off with a cool million dollars. But if they couldn't? Then I'd be the one raking in three million dollars. Now that's a gamble for the ages, isn't it?

As the Ruiz family's most notorious hitman, Romero Alvarez is well acquainted with the most depraved corners of New York's underworld. Upon receiving orders to serve as Scarlett Ruiz's personal guard, Romero knows it wouldn't be easy keeping the Ruiz's Princess alive, especially when the rival crime families set their sights on the young heiress. He has his eyes on her also… and seducing her was a pleasurable sin of his…. Until Romero realizes that his own desire might be the greatest threat to the Ruiz's family. …….. Determined to please her father and uphold the family's power over the underground of New York. Scarlett vows to strengthen the Ruiz name by any means necessary, even if it means selling her heart to the highest bidder.

The contractions were ripping me in two. My vision was going dark. My husband, Don Vittorio, the man who ruled Chicago, squeezed my hand. His dark eyes burned with love. "Just a little longer, mia cara. You'll meet our baby soon." Sweat poured down my face. I still found the strength to smile for him. Then a nurse walked in. She held a syringe. I thought it was to stop the pain. But Vittorio’s hand fell away. He took a single step back. The needle sank into my arm. I heard Vittorio’s voice. It was cold steel. "Dose her carefully. She holds on until midnight. Not a minute sooner. Not until after Ornella delivers." And then I knew. He thought I married him for the money. He was stopping my labor. All for a sick Falcone family rule: the first son born is the next heir. Pain tore through me. I reached for him. Tears streamed down my face. I begged him to stop. He bit his lip. His voice was pure ice. "My brother is dead. Ornella carries his only heir. You will do as you are told. You and your child will not steal his birthright." The drug hit my veins. The violent squeeze in my belly, like some invisible hand, just… stopped.

For another girl, Lex Hamilton—my fiancé of several years—dumped me in the middle of nowhere and left me to fend for myself. Three years later, he showed up with her to bring me back. "It's been three years," he said. "Even a dog would've learned its lesson by now. I did this for your own good. If you don't fix that attitude of yours, don't expect to ever become my wife." They thought I'd crumble. They thought I'd beg, cling to him, and unload all the pain and humiliation I'd carried for the past three years. Instead, I smiled. "Sorry, Mr. Hamilton. I'm already married."

After a breakup, I went to a nightclub and employed the services of a male escort. He turned out to be blind, so I immediately lost interest. I was about to leave when he suddenly pulled me into the bathroom. He revealed his chiseled abs and said in a deep, smooth voice, “Miss, I may not be able to see, but my fingers are very nimble.” As he spoke, he slid his hand under my dress.

You answer to no one but me, not even the words of the king should make you waver, only I should leave that much effect on you,”... On the day of her engagement party to the Alpha of her pack, Freyja found herself in a dilemma. In her hands is the blood of her mate’s mother. Even with no recollection of what happened she knows and believes strongly that she is innocent. Her mate who is the Alpha locks her up to be killed without judgment. Not until she was saved by a Rogue who instructed her to run South… Will Freyja run South? There she will be marked a Rogue or will she mistakenly Run Towards north? There her fate will be intertwined with Lycans

'That scent', King Hector said as he sniffed her. 'You are in your heat cycle aren't you?' 'I want you so much. Why cant I control myself around you?' Alexa murmured, feeling very hot and horny. What was happening to her? She hadn't wanted him to touch her previously, why was she suddenly out of control now? Her quavering lips parted to receive him as his head dipped, his eyes darkened dangerously with lust. The scent of her lust was intoxicating and a control freak like Hector, felt himself spiralling out of control, as their lips met in a heated kissing combat.

When the fire broke out, I called my husband, Hector. He didn't answer. Instead, he ran straight into the flames—to save my sister, Emma. They held each other, clinging to life, while I was trapped in the basement, watching my calls go ignored until all hope burned out. Afterward, Emma played innocent, twisting everything. She told him, "Hector, don't blame Sienna. She didn't leave me on purpose... she was just scared." Her lie made me the villain, and everyone bought it. Fueled by hatred, Hector spat, "She's so vicious—why didn't that fire just take her?" Three months later, the police found my body.

"Beg me to be your mate and maybe I will consider it," Zayn said. How could he say those words to me after humiliating me for years? Did he really think I would want to be his mate just because he was my master? The Alpha's Heir? Was he out of his mind? "Kneel and beg me to be yours, Amelia." I stared at him as I knelt slowly, a smile curled on his lips and a satisfactory look clouded his face at the power he had over me, but my next words took him off guard. "I, Amelia Wright, reject you, Zayn Andino, as my mate," I blurted out on my knees. "How dare you?" Zayn questioned, grabbing me by my arm aggressively. "Who the hell do you think you are? You are just a dirty little Omega. How dare you say those words to me?" "Let go of my mate," I heard a voice behind Zayn. We both turned to see the golden eyes man earlier from Alpha Hector office yelling at Zayn. * * * Amelia reluctantly becomes a maid for Alpha Hector's wealthy family. Bound by her mother's debts, she endures the torment of Alpha Hector's son, Zayn, and his girlfriend, Nicole. Hope shines when Alpha Hector promises her freedom on her upcoming birthday, but fate has a unique plan. As her first transformation into a wolf unravels, she stumbles upon a shocking truth, that Zayn is her mate. How could the man who had tortured her all these years be her mate? Her fate is far from twisted when she rejects Zayn as her mate and realizes that she has another mate, Atlas Synder.

Amelia eyes widened as his kiss caught her unaware, right there in front of the crowd. He held her fingers while at it, inserting the diamond engagement ring on her ring finger. "Put the ring on Amelia. For your husband is watching..." he whispered in her ear as his eyes met with Hector's blazing fury, "and I want him to see...," he inhaled her scent deeply, intoxicating the hell out of him, "how I finally announce to the public and make his maid mine." ~~ Subjected to maltreatment under the Ashfords roof, Amelia's request for a divorce was always rejected by her husband, Hector. One night, after Amelia had snuck out to her secret workplace at a night club, she caught the eye of Alex Worthington—the reclusive and powerful billionaire owner of Worthington's tower. Although, she doesn't know it yet, Amelia is the gentleman's obsession that not even Hector would be able to stop!