Elle Hayes Novels & Stories

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 continued to smile as he spoke. His smile sent chills down Mia's spine. To her, the McCray family's heir was dark, enigmatic, and cruel – a man of extreme danger. She feared becoming entangled with him in any way. Moreover, she was already in darkness and did not want to plunge into an even blacker abyss. Hayes represented that abyss. She had a feeling that if she were to become involved with him, it would mean irrevocable ruin. In her heart, Jensen was the only one who could bring light to her world. She yearned for him and pursued him, yet she felt unworthy.

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.

I squeak out as it dawns on me the realization of her words. Hayes wants me too? “Fuck, of course you haven’t. Don’t you ever eavesdrop on people around here? Hayes used to be as bad as any of these dirty mutts here. Fighting, sex, you name it. He's cleaned up his act with you around. I’m sure if you asked him he’d say it's unrelated, but he’d be lying.”She says smirking.

As Travis remained silent, she continued, “And since this is Mr. Sullivan’s club opening ceremony, I thought I could end the conversation as long as I answered what he wanted to know.” “Do you blame me for making that decision?“ Hailey’s smile slowly faded, looking helpless and annoyed. Travis noticed he couldn’t look her in the eye when she made that expression. Travis averted his eyes as he said, “Theodore’s fiancée is Lisa Bedelia, an actress.”

When they came back on, Haley stood at the center of the runway. "Hello, everyone. I'm Haley Carter, the CEO of JY and the organizer of this fashion show. Thank you all for coming..." Today, Haley wore a vintage dress that accentuated her curves. The intricate cutout design at the chest subtly revealed her cleavage, exuding a sense of allure that was captivating yet tasteful.

I can hand over Aleng Madielaine to the police but there's a side of me that I want to know her life, her profile and her problem. // WyByCa

"You know how impatient I get. Especially in this house. We used to spend hours in that hall." The heavy oak door shut behind her. The room went quiet again. Hayes stood at the foot of the bed. His chest rose and fell as he stared down at the floor. The dried blood on his skin smelled metallic, but the smell of Nilah's vanilla perfume stayed on his shoulders. It made my stomach turn. "Who is she?" I asked. My voice was flat. I did not show emotion. Hayes looked up. His golden eyes met mine. "Nobody you need to worry about, Ciara. She is old history."