Hayden Christensen Young Novels & Stories

When I was a little girl, I always thought I was just like other girls my age but that turns out that wasn’t true. The truth is, I’m a werewolf. The first time I had gained any knowledge of my true nature, I was twelve years old. That was the first time I turned.

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"Don't tell me you're angry." I glared at him, but his smile was enough to melt my frustration. "Okay, I'm sorry," he said, his smile turning into a sincere expression,"You don't have to call me Hayden, you could call me Jason," he said with a friendly grin. "I thought you lied about that," I replied. "Nope, Jason's my first name. Hayden's my middle name, but it just kinda grew on me. That's why most people call me Hayden," he explained."Okay, Jason," I said, returning his smile.

Yeah, I'm no one. "Hey, are you with me?" Lita asked and I looked forward and nodded. She kept on talking as we walked down. I bidded Lita goodbye when we reached her home and fastened my steps to catch up with Morley and Monna who were now talking alone. I wanted to get some information about my savior, Hayden. "Hayden is in grade 12, Kathy," Morley told me when I asked him after coming in between them. "He is... handsome," I muttered and Morley's eyes widened.

HAYDEN "My name is Hayden Wolfe. Most of you in this room already know that. But for the last twenty-four hours my name has been attached to a lot of other words. Murderer. Psychopath. Monster. You've seen a video of a boy holding a gun. You've seen documents from a psychiatric institution. You've heard speculation about what kind of man I must be. So today I'm going to do something very simple. I'm going to tell you the truth."

On the contrary, Leona's attitude towards him was still good, annoying. Hayden lowered his eyes, only to have his face cupped directly in front of him. Serena carefully looked at this face, the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she was, "Hayden will not know how many girls he will wreak havoc on when he grows up, he's smart and he knows what he's doing." Hayden's face went straight to red, skimming his eyes, "I'm still young, children's love will affect my traveling." "Pfft."

I nodded, but secretly I was as excited as a little kid going to Disneyland. We got into the car and headed to the airport. Jensen sat with me and Dillion rode in the front with Jacob. We drove straight onto the tarmac to a private hanger. Jensen got out and held his hand out for me. I took it and he helped me out of the car. He lead me onto the jet and I was amazed. There were six huge white leather seats, a couch, and a TV. I couldn’t believe how big it looked on the inside. Jensen and I took a seat on the couch and Dillion sat in one of the chairs. “Hey, Boss I could get use to traveling like this.” Dillion kicked his feet up on the seat in front of him and Jensen threw a pillow at him fr

All day the televisions repeated the images of the press conference. Everyone wondered who Theodore Hanson was, but quickly, the news of the youngest son of the Handson family, 18-years-old, who studied at Cornell and was the best Lacrosse player in high school, spread. Photos of Theo appeared in newspapers and magazines and paparazzi appeared at the college doors wanting to photograph him. College security kept them at a distance, but they tried to find points from which they could capture Theo's image, with their long-range lenses.

That evening they discussed what tactics Hannah could use to determine what are and are not appropriate things to say to people in every situation possible. Julie’s sister Mara was young when she discovered she was pregnant with Hannah. She was only 18, barely out of high school, when she crossed paths with Hannah’s father. “I don’t know Julie!”, Mara had confided in her, “He was so cute with these freckles and red hair, you know I always had a thing for gingers, and he had this arsenal of all the right things to say.” Julie sat on her couch listening to her baby sister spill the whole story.

If he was not dead by three that morning, it just meant that the hacker was a lying idiot! Also, if he was not dead by three, it proved that the hacker was Elliot's son— Hayden. Hayden was barely ten years old. "It is amazing that he can hack into my phone at such a young age, but that is all he is capable of! Kill me?! He does not have the skills for that!" thought Christopher smugly. Christopher's daughter blinked her huge eyes. "My teacher told me to serve Mommy and Daddy water. I have to take a video and show it to her."