Hailey Winters Novels & Stories

The Monday after Thanksgiving, Trisha landed past lunchtime, after Susan and Mike left, and didn’t give me a chance to even say hi. “Have you seen the news?” she cried, and smashed the phone in my face. I read the headline and frowned, trying to compute the words. Brandon Price is leaving Haunters after season ten. What the flying fuck? Trisha saw me gawk and pushed me to the east parlor. “May we?” she asked before pushing me in.

Hailey bit her lips with hurt as she gazed away from Priscilla. “The new fashion queen for this month is…” there was suspenseful music and everyone was on their toes. Hailey arched her brows and checked her watch. Could they be done yet? “Hailey Hazard!” The host announced and everyone cheered. Hailey was shocked. She had her hands over her lips in shock. There was no way! There was no freaking way! Really?! “I knew you could do it,” Ryan told her in a cheerful tone as he clapped nonstop for her. She smiled and walked up the stage to collect her crown and stache. She gazed at the crowd in pride and wished her mum was there to see.

she teased, taking the dress from his hands. Cassian had chosen a stylish, yet playful outfit for Hailey. The dress was a short, cute skirt that flared out slightly, ending just above her knees. It had a soft, pastel color with delicate floral patterns, perfect for a casual yet charming dinner look. The sleeveless top had a sweetheart neckline, which added a subtle hint of elegance to her outfit. Paired with it were flat sandals, designed with straps that wrapped delicately around her calves, giving a relaxed but chic vibe.

Hailey’s voice cut me off and we saw her running toward us, holding Jane’s hand, her face glowing with excitement. She barreled into my arms, and I scooped her up, smiling as her laughter filled the air. "Mama, this is the best day ever! I am so happy." Hailey exclaimed. “ Jane and I dance very well.” Hailey said happily, looking at Jane. Oh, she did? I dropped her on her feet, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She was wearing a beautiful lavender dress that matched her eyes, and she'd somehow managed to get frosting on her cheek despite the fact that we hadn't even cut the cake yet.

A maid followed by two soldiers welcomed me and Camila, then hurriedly led us into the main building, and we followed closely. The Alpha's camp was vast, with corridors crisscrossing each other. Though I've been here a few times, I still didn't quite know my way around. It's said that Alpha Oscar married two women, one a noblewoman werewolf from the Blue River Clan named Willow, and the other a human woman named Hailey. Willow bore Alpha two sons, Luke and Caleb, while Hailey had a son, Henry. “Mrs.Willow has developed severe rashes on her skin recently, and she's restless at night, becoming increasingly irritable, worsening her relationship with Mrs. Hailey.” The maid pulled at my sleeve an

He followed her and watcher her as she brought out all the ingredients she'd need to make the cookies. They were alone in the kitchen as the maids were done with their work for the morning and had left for the boys quarters where they stayed and Leo was inspecting the teacher's methods of teaching on behalf of Chace. So they were basically alone in this part of the house. “Tell me about yourself. I never got to know you that well.” Hailey gave him a pointed look before she began mixing the dry ingredients. “As you know, I'm Hailey Parker, I'm an orphan and I have only ny best friend Ciara. I lived alone in an apartment. That's it.” Chase knew she was trying to shorten the conversation.

{Hailey's POV} Late in the winter of my nineteenth year of existence. I was out in the woods, curled up in a ball with my back against a tree. I should be at the pack house, with my family and friends for it was my brother, Ares’s twenty-first birthday today. But after what I heard from my parents just a few hours ago, I don’t think I have it in me to enjoy.

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.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• The next few weeks became a whirlwind of everyday life, laced with familiar routines. Hailey, the ultimate socialite, somehow managed to snag an invitation to Katherine's birthday gala—a surprise that left Katherine puzzled. She couldn't comprehend how Hailey, known for her antics with ex-boyfriends, managed to charm someone from Mikaelson Pharmaceutical into securing that precious invite.

David seemed to be in Oklahoma, as far as Jayden could tell. Curious, he Googled her H.L. King persona like Terrence had and came to the same conclusion: she was a highly respected photographer who specialized in extreme weather. Hailey even had a website, but there wasn’t a single photo of herself, jjust violent storms or their aftermath. Jesus. How does Hailey cope with that kind of suffering and pain? Hailey was the type of woman who would shelter a deaf cat because she couldn’t bear to see it suffer. How did she handle human tragedy on this scale?