Elle Hayes Novels & Stories

I knew the law, and I knew how to use it to protect myself. Hayes Group's stock plummeted. In just a few days, the company lost tens of billions in market value. Longtime business partners pulled their investments, and competitors seized the opportunity to strike. I visited Hunter once at the detention center. He wore a prison uniform, his hair cropped short, looking exhausted and haggard. He stared at me through the glass, his eyes bloodshot. "Rose… I was wrong." Those were the first words he said to me. I looked at him. "What exactly were you wrong about?"

A knock came on the door, interrupting our discussion. Hayley walked in with a tray in hand, holding food. “Hey, Dark baby,” she called in a sultry voice. She was dressed in a transparent gown that showed her undies and bra. The sight of her almost made me gag. How many times had I told her I wasn’t interested? “Oh, Lady Havana. I didn’t expect to see you here,” she smiled brightly, walking closer. I turned away from her as she stepped nearer. “I made cookies. Do you want to try some, my lady?”

The woman who taught me love. It was hard for me, but from what Haylee told me while she was drunk, she had it hard as well. “So do right by her," Theo mumbled before he went quiet in my head. Haylee’s bright green eyes were still glued to my face, and to our surprise, rather than answer her question, I asked, “How old are you, Haylee?” With shock written all over her face, she stuttered, “Nineteen.” Nineteen.

"Listen here, little wolf. I authorized your creation. I pay for your premium organic applesauce. Do not challenge my executive authority on this beach." Hayes just blinked his large, dark eyes—eyes that were a carbon copy of Adrian's—and let out a high-pitched giggle, completely unfazed by his father’s terrifying corporate persona. He reached into the sand, took a handful of wet sludge, and slapped it directly onto Adrian’s clean, tan thigh. "House!" Hayes announced proudly.

I love a good business deal and she was a part of it. To Sandrine and her father I am Wyatt Hayes, CEO of Hayes Enterprises, Billionaire and single, never seen parading women, a man that keeps to himself but enjoys the good things money can buy, good cars, expensive watches, tailored suits, eating in expensive restaurants. What they don’t know is that I am The Reaper. The man her father fears the most, the man every man has nightmares about.

Nate’s hand came to my head, his fingers in my hair, and I turned and looked at him from the table and he looked back with the full weight of his attention and said nothing at all, which was exactly right. Hayes said: “Are you ready.” I looked at the ceiling. At the light fitting this time, the centre of it, the specific brightness of it. “Yes,” I said. The next twenty minutes belonged to Hayes. She was extraordinary in them. I had known she was competent and I had known she was thorough and I had watched her manage things in this estate that most people would not have managed without falling apart, but the twenty minutes on that table showed me something else. She moved through the procedur

The second is about the weather. The third is about me. I click on it. Charlotte Hayes, the ex-wife of Kevin Anders who is currently on trial for kidnapping and assault, has not made any public statement following yesterday's viral courthouse incident. Hayes was caught on video having what witnesses described as a "violent outburst" directed at defense attorney Elena Vauxhall... I keep reading, even though I know I shouldn't.

Hayes family stocks had been plummeting recently, and with these scandals breaking, it seemed they were beyond saving. I fell into deep thought. The timing of this leak was clearly intended to bury the Hayes family. I pulled out my phone and started scrolling. The headlines were dominated by news about the Hayes family, and one particularly caught my eye: Scarlett Hayes announced she was severing ties with the Hayes family and starting her own venture. I couldn't help but let out a sarcastic smile. Scarlett Hayes was indeed a master of self-interest. When the Hayes family was a towering tree, she stood comfortably in its shade. Now that the family was on shaky ground, she was the first to cu

Hayes, who weaves through the guards to make her presence known. She’s wearing a simple black dress with a diamond broach. Her hair is done up, hidden under a small black cap with a black lacey veil hanging down over her eyes. She’s dressed like she’s on her way to a funeral. Her eyes are on me as she struts forward like a vulture closing in on a carcass. Neil immediately steps in her way. Mrs. Hayes slaps him across the face. He turns his head in the force of her slap. I wonder if it’s habit. It couldn’t have actually hurt. He didn’t so much as wince otherwise.

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.