Declan Harp Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her clothes were scattered all over the floor, and she picked them up before she entered the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, and I heard the rush of water. I breathed a sigh of relief, and I knew that made me a bastard, but I was happy for the space away from her to think. I had fucked up, and it was my responsibility to own up to it, and I would have claimed Maeve as mine without a shadow of doubt if I were anyone else. But I wasn’t someone else. I am Declan Hayes, one part heir to the Hayes empire, captain of the football team and quarterback liner. I am Declan Hayes, the only junior with multiple offers to sign me lined up for when I was done.

The heavy side doors opened up suddenly, and a loud hush fell over the entire room as Declan walked out onto the stage with his head held high, looking incredibly sharp in a dark blue suit while his father and two corporate lawyers followed closely behind him to take their seats at a long table. Declan walked straight up to the microphone, the immediate sound of a hundred camera shutters clicking all at once filled the air, but he didn't look nervous at all, he just adjusted the papers in front of him and looked directly into the main television lenses that were broadcasting his face live to the entire country.