Elle Hayes Novels & Stories

she said. If I heard any other thing from her, I might run mad. “I have heard all I need to hear. Nivera Hayes has been found guilty of practicing witchcraft. She is hereby sentenced to death.”

The red haired lady snorted. " He is married, don't you read the papers or watch Beast TV? He is married to the beautiful heiress of MT site company, Isabella Martin " One who has been watching the other speak finally let out a long sigh. " I pitied that young, beautiful lady. She doesn't know the hell that await her in Hayden's domain. I know that Hayden dark is beautiful and hot, i know he is kind and generous but his temper is something impossible to deal with. You could see how scary he appear to be when he entered the house "

Alexander Hayes pulled back, tears streaming down his face as he gazed at her intently. This strong and resilient individual had experienced a profound emotional breakdown, reaching the depths of their humanity. Despite the devastation, they were able to rediscover the fragments of their being. Her feet made contact with the floor once more, his towering stature a full eighteen inches above her. The familiar creature I once knew as Hayes had vanished. He regained his sense of humanity. "What's the matter?" Hayes's voice was filled with emotion, trembling with each syllable. His fingers, gentle and cautious, delicately traced the scar before tenderly brushing her cheek with his thumb. "What h

Mrs Flora Grant Hayes; the name had a nice touch to it. THE END

I want to know how she managed to pull all this together how did she go from being the nice good girl I used to love, to this desperate, manipulative bitch 5hat is trying so hard to get on my last nerve. To think that Hayley actually sat in the waiting area in my secretary's office, waiting patiently for her turn to come into my office. That is not just ridiculous, it’s hilarious too. I’ve been with this babe on a more personal level, I know quite a lot about her, and I’m pretty sure that Hayley would never let herself be downgraded and insulted by my secretary if she didn’t have an ulterior motive for being here today.

“I hope so. I will be coming to stay in the house after work... if that's fine by you.” “Of course.” She said as she was walking towards the seat beside the bookshelf she just stepped down from. “Good luck.” He expired deeply before hanging up. Hayley was stepping on the dry leaves, as she walked into the woods. Today was hectic, and she had to rush home to continue her task and kill the next victim who was the headmaster of Weston Hills. She stopped when she felt someone was behind. She could smell her presence, she turned and their gaze met each other.

While Richmond chose to stay in the place longer while watching the people who were still passing around the room to talk about the shocking events that had just happened yesterday evening. “Your Honor Hazel Hayes?” Richmond turned towards the door and found a woman with shoulder length hair in a Hermes handbag talking to one of her comrades. There was no mistaking it, it was Judge Hazel Hayes whose name had recently become a topic of discussion among the government elite because she was predicted to be the next highest judge, replacing the previous judge who was too old to be a judge. And since Hazel Hayes was about to ascend the throne, this case would automatically fall into her hands, as

This woman, did she know what she was doing? "President Hayes! What's going on? It sounded like there was some noise!" Someone rushed in from the doorway, looking tense. Then, they saw Elena pinning Shaun to the ground. Their usually cold and domineering president was lying there, looking surprisingly vulnerable. This... This... So, President Hayes' preference was actually like this? If the suitors in Heavenly Capital City, who were all trying to act gentle and virtuous, knew about this, they would probably be spitting blood in anger.

Artists. A small smile appeared on her face. “Oh.” “Exactly.” Katelyn laughed. “You volunteered me?” “Yes.” “You didn't even ask first.” “You would've said yes.” The confidence in her voice made Katelyn stare. “Avery Winchester-Hayes.” “Hayes.” “Excuse me?” “I'm Hayes.” Katelyn rolled her eyes. The child had become obsessed with correcting people lately. “Fine. Avery Hayes.” Avery looked pleased. “You have to come.”

Hailey grumbled, coming into the kitchen. “You were supposed to help us out,” I say, looking at her. She sighed. “I’m tired; Rosie is glued on my hips all day,” she says, showing me the vomit on her clothes. I laughed. Hailey is a 19-year-old and is in her first year in college studying business, and on the side she is also a model. She’s quite famous, and I am happy to see her grow. She is a reflection of me; the only difference is she’s happy and rich. While I was her age, I was suffering. Anyways, we are all proud of our model superstar.