Coco Hector Alive Novels & Stories

He braced both hands against the wood and leaned toward me, and for the first time I saw something underneath the paternal charm, something colder and far more patient. "Let me tell you something about my nephew," he said. "William was a gifted boy. Quick, strong, the kind of Alpha the pack elders whisper about for generations after they're gone. And then, eight months ago, he collapsed during a routine border patrol and has not opened his eyes since." His pale eyes didn't blink. "The healers cannot explain it. The witches cannot break it. I have spent eight months holding this territory together with nothing but my own two hands and the hope that somewhere inside that coma, some part of him

he said calmly, “you know, I never got the chance to say I admire your loyalty. It’s… impressive.” Camila glared at him, then turned to Ruby. “What the hell is going on here? Are you seriously sitting with a ghost?” Hector, unbothered, sat down and crossed his legs, silently watching the drama unfold. Ruby took a breath. “I’ll explain everything. Hector survived, Camila. He’s been alive… and he’s been protecting me. He’s not here to hurt me. He saved me.” “I still don’t get it.”

My voice reverberates through the space, shaking the very walls. Adam turns his head lazily, his lips curling into a smirk. “Oh, great. The hero has arrived,” he mocks, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Zoe!” Ryder’s anguished cry pierces the tension as he spots her crumpled form on the floor. He rushes to her, his movements frantic, and drops to his knees. “Zoe, talk to me! Please!” I take another step forward, my golden eyes locked on Adam. Piper tries to speak, but before she can, Adam’s grip tightens around her neck.

“Hector?” Harmonia was about to push the car door open when Hector walked over to the passenger side. He got into the car the moment she opened the central locking system. “Hector, why are you here?” Hector looked at her and got straight to the point, “Felix Terran is already dead, and you have already avenged Grandpa’s death. When do you plan to come home? When will you reclaim your identity as the Marshes’ heiress?”

Grabbing another bottle he gulped looking away. A few minutes passed before the door burst open and Lennox stepped in. Grimacing at the sight of both the idiots. "One of Alonso's men just got his consciousness," Lennox said and their ears perked up. Within seconds Hunter was on his feet stumbling a little because of all the alcohol in his system before stepping out of there. Agatha stood outside the warehouse staring stoically at Hunter. She has opened a portal for them.

If you're too slow, I won't be able to help you even if I want to. Hector glanced at Hannah, and said nothing. He simply leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. After a long time, his phone began to vibrate and he opened his eyes again. He picked up the call, and someone from the opposite side reported to him. "Everyone's dead…" Hector calmly said. "Which ones?" "All of them." The voice coming from the other side was cold. "Leave no one alive," Hector ordered. "I understand. Leave it to me."

"Her name is Aaliyah." "She's mine because she chose me," he stammers, facing Hector. "You only want her for your own selfish satisfaction." Hector bared his teeth, his eyes glowing with a fierce hunger. "She belongs to me, all of her. Hence, I can have her whenever I please.” “Shut the fuck up!" Hunter is furious. "and you two know I mean it." One by one, his fingers are pointing toward them. "This stunt you're both pulling will kill you if you even touch a strand of her hair,"

I used his love for me to convince him to take my place before Adele spilled a word about me and to my surprise, he did. For some reason, Neal didn't believe it was him. Until one of the henchmen revealed that Hector had also hired them to kill Camille, a plan Hector himself had foiled. "After I was healed," Hector began to spill, sucking me out of the old memories. "She came to me. I figured she was afraid I would start to talk after all she put me through while I faced hell in this prison. But I had been gullible. I remember her scratching me. She must have somehow gotten her hands on some infected person's fluid."

And I was so fucking exhausted, but I had to keep going. I'd been staring at the same set of search results for over an hour now, and my mind was feeling numb. I combed through Hector Alonzo’s aliases, his digital footprints, shell corporations, and whatever the hell breadcrumbs I could scrape together. But there was nothing I could use to reach out to him without tipping him off and making myself look incompetent to Adrian. I had to find a way to balance keeping Hector alive, while making sure Adrian knew I’d succeeded, and that I had nothing to do with him slipping through his fingers.

I mumbled. "Ha, this fool has an alarm on his phone and laptop. Trust he's not missing breakfast with you," Jonathan teased. As Hector threw a croissant at Jonathan, I giggled. "Fuck you," Hector laughed. As I ate, I couldn't deny the joy I felt when I learned of the alarm Hector had set to have breakfast with me. My smile never left as Hector and Jonathan poured themselves a cup of coffee, and I noticed Hector's gaze never left mine as he watched my every move. However, the happy moment was short-lived when Jonathan and Hector's eyes glazed over, and a growl emitted from both of them. When their eyes cleared, Hector spoke, "It seems Alpha Erick, his Beta, and his Luna have arrived."