Darling Haley Novels & Stories

"I Am Xander, and this is Randy." Nodding, I smile. "I Am Hailey." "Now that I look at you properly...you look familiar," Randy says. "Have we met before?" Scoffing, Xander snarls. "You can't be trying to make a move on her right now." Randy hits Xander on the back of his head. "No, you dummy...She just-" He doesn't finish as he looks at me, eyes wide, realization setting in. "You're the missing Clover. Hailey Clover." He states. "Charlie Clovers' daughter."

Otherwise, Joe and Zoe would have already succeeded in bribing him. Haley woke up early, dressed in a simple yet elegant dress. She tied her long hair up in a high ponytail, looking youthful and lively. When she came out of the dressing room after changing clothes, Shane was already awake. Seeing Haley dressed so beautifully, Shane suddenly lost his sleepiness. He opened his arms and pulled her into a tight hug, asking, "Darling, you look so beautiful. Where are you going?" Shane's deep voice, tinged with a hint of huskiness from just waking up, sounded particularly sexy and enticing. The term "darling" echoed in Haley's ears, making her heart beat faster and her ears gradually heat up.

The only thing keeping me was the possibility that something bad could happen to Sienna if I left. “Hayley?” I was shocked to hear my name and even more shocked to hear it from Kate. She looked a lot different than she did the last time I saw her. She was in a black dress that stuck to her like second skin and stopped high on her thighs. “What are you doing here?” “I could ask you the same question.” Her cheeks flushed. “The party I told you about before. It’s a little fun, I won’t lie but I don’t think it is much my scene.”

~Lexia "You look beautiful, by the way," Adrian murmurs, helping me out of the car. Ignoring him, I smooth out my dress, gazing around at the beautiful view. This party is being hosted by Isaiah, the Alpha of Passion, in his Pack. Despite his Pack not being in the best condition, he still holds the most lavish parties every year. "You don't mind, do you?" I ask anxiously, still looking at Isaiah's estate. People were mulling around, finding their way in at their own pace. Guards stood post in nearly every shadow I glanced out, watching us with careful eyes.

I stayed away from Paris, far from Dragos, to give him breathing space to heal, with a promise to return only when I was ready to bring something about father's murderer to the table. A fragile hand sneaking through my arm without permission, interrupted my search. Bella stared at me, confusion clouding her hazel eyes, wondering why we just stood still like statues while the rest of the guests moved in. She pulled my arm, head motioning towards the entrance. 'We need to move in' was the clear message. Looping her arm properly through mine, we joined the flow of guests heading inside, blending seamlessly with the elegant crowd of aristocrats and elites. The interior of the hall was breathtaki

But that wasn't what surprised her. It was the smile on his face as he greeted her. "Hey." she casually replied, and before saying anything else, she turned to the girl who Alvaro held by her waist. Genevieve Dominguez, the wife of the big boss. "Hello, I'm Astrid Castillo, Alvaro's partner for this hotel. It's nice to finally meet you." The 'Astrid Castillo' that the press was pertaining to was the lady in red from last week. She was Astrid.

Her and Connor outside a coffee shop in Brooklyn. It was grainy, the kind of photo that suggested someone had been waiting for the shot, had been watching for it. The headline positioned it as mysterious, positioned her as questionable, positioned the entire situation as something that required explanation. "Zachary Cole's mysterious new girlfriend with a troubled past. Questions surrounding her connection to Cole Global's renovation contract and her involvement with known financial criminal Connor Dealt." It wasn't devastating. It wasn't even particularly damaging if you read it carefully and understood that tabloid headlines were designed to create drama where none existed. But it was a me

"Just announce it, Ruel. Don’t waste my time." After a brief pause, Ruel shook his head in disbelief and finally proclaimed, "Hailey Griffin of the Flaming pack." Hailey’s heart raced so rapidly that she feared it might burst. This was her opportunity to claim Alpha Rowan. Standing tall and poised, she stepped out from her hiding spot, walking through rows of elegantly dressed women, their luxurious attire starkly contrasting her simple uniform. She chose to ignore the gasps of disbelief that rippled through the crowd at the sight of a maid.

But Darcy made him fall in Love with her. Alexander Loved Darcy. Dreamt of a Beautiful Life with her. She was innocent and Loving. She won Hearts everywhere she went. Her Beauty was like a Cherry on Cake for her Beautiful Heart. It was as if her Beautiful Heart was showing on her Face. Everything about her was Beautiful and Positivity. But that wasn't The Truth. They were kept under the Illusion. Whatever she showed them was just a Mask. The Truth was that, she was the Dangerous Beast that had no empathy for Human Beings. In fact she was that kind of Beast that Enjoyed Killing Human Beings.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"