Haley Lu Richardson Ethnicity Novels & Stories

If Blake knows who I am, then it only makes me look weak. Before I can decide how to react, Blake takes my hand in his and presses his lips to my knuckles. I freeze. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, little rabbit,” he says. A low growl rumbles in Ethan’s chest and the corner of Blake’s lip quirks before he releases me. “You remind me of someone I saw back at the Southlands palace,” says Blake. “Did you know that the daughter of the king has red hair, just like yours?” “Give it a rest, Blake,” growls Ethan. “I know you know who she is.”

"I'm gonna wreck you until you can't even walk." Noah smirked and adjusted his bulge. "You promise?" They headed down, built castles with Alex, and Elena lounged close by with non-alcoholic drinks. Family happiness wrapped around them tight. But Ethan's phone buzzed in his pocket Harlan's secure line. Richard's daughter is real. Name: Sophia Cole. 25, hiding in Europe. Word is she's after the empire says it's all hers by blood. Watch out.

Alex pressed his lips tightly together, refusing to answer. Haley, both amused and exasperated, pulled Alex up from his chair. “Alright, if you’re still hungry, head downstairs and eat some more.” Alex obediently followed his mom down to the dining room. “Chase, you’re finally here! Come and sit down. I am starving!” Richard waved enthusiastically as the two of them walked in. Haley placed Alex in a chair and corrected him, “What Chase? This is Alex.” “What?” Richard’s jaw dropped, his expression exaggerated as he stared at Alex, dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt.

Before I could complete, we hear a knock. I know it’s Ethan, I can smell him in space too. He walks in with a more confused expression than Drake's. I notice Ethan is petite compared to other men, his features make him cute, like those Asian idols that Drake keeps talking about. What was it, Be-Tea-Ass? After telling him to shift on this floor as my secretary, I order him and Drake to leave as Dakota wants to touch Ethan's blue hair, he likes the shine and color of his hair. This lousy wolf!

So, they set up a family gathering to interrogate her. Had they been aware of Rachel's true identity as a member of the royal family in Sisilia Island—adopted by Her Majesty the Queen—they would have fallen to their knees, ready to ingratiate with her. Upon sizing up Rachel, Abigail's initial impression was one of disdain. Despite her stunning beauty, which Abigail found too provocative, Rachel's mixed parentage revealed her Oslandian heritage. Standing tall at 5 feet 7 inches, with an elegant figure, Rachel's deep-set features exuded a bold and vibrant beauty.

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.

"Lord Andric, you can talk to me casually since you are my friend's brother!" Hailey and Sera laughed when Andric tried to mimic the princess. "What was that? I was never like that!" Eli blushed in embarrassment. "Hi, Sera! I've been looking for you since yesterday." William smiled at the lady beside his sister. "You have a new friend, I guess?" Hailey smiled and bowed her head to greet the second prince. "Greetings, Your Highness Prince William. I am Hailey Geneva from the House of Halle." "House of Halle, you say?" William looked in the direction where Hailey's father was seated. "I guess you are the Marquis' daughter whom Lady Sera and my sister favored."

HAILEY “You could’ve had the most gorgeous woman in that room if all you wanted was to pass the time.” Jayden Knight was a billionaire investor and at thirty, one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. Even though they’d grown up as family friends, Hailey didn’t understand why he wanted to spend any time with her.

Richard opened the envelope and pulled out the single sheet of paper from inside. Scanning through, he stopped near the end, then lifted his gaze to me. I held my breath. “What does it say?” Jason prompted. “Laila,” Richard said. “You are indeed my little niece. You are the lost Lycan princess.”

"You just take care of yourself. And don't worry about me. I will be fine." In truth, Haley didn't need the money. She considered it demeaning that Ethan thought that money could take away her pain. But no. Money wasn't her problem. She was the daughter of Richard Wilson, owner of Wilson Group, the largest Asset Management Company in Brooklyn city. And she would do just fine. She turned to leave. "And Haley! What happened between me and Morgan back in high school was personal. And you have no right to refer to it." "And I'm sorry for that. You take care of yourself." Haley feigned a smile.