Hector Dagworth Granger Novels & Stories

“Dad, I have great news to tell you. Director Ford wants to personally take charge and settle our grudge with that woman. Are you happy?” Hector was stunned. “What?” After that, he said incoherently, “No…no way, I don’t agree!”

Their voices had grown more heated since the time before I zoned out, and I listened to my grandfather passionately state his case. “Setting aside the sentiment,” he said, “could you imagine how dangerous the situation we’ve found ourselves in is? Elaine is a powerful Mind Worker—the most powerful one in living memory. “ALL of us are in danger Hector, and if you can’t see that then I am sorry. I asked for your help because you are a gifted strategist, but even if you turn me down, I will do this. On my own, if I have to.” Hector didn’t respond to him, but through our bond I sensed that he wanted to help. The only reason he wasn’t was because—

“He’ll make an appearance. We’ll just have to be alert.” At that very moment, Jim comes rushing back. He looks very worried and frightened. “I’ve got bad news,” he declares. “Hector is dead.” A wave of shock and horror ripple through everyone. Ryder glances at Scarlett who looks shaken by the news. He instinctively puts an arm around her shoulder, trying to calm her down while Kat is confused. “Hector is dead? How?” She demands. “He was alive last night and-” “He came back home around dawn,” Jim says. “There was only one security guard on duty and he let Hector in. After a while, Vincent returned home to find Hector dead in the house and…”

"You want the key? You want the genetic data? It’s here! But if you fire, I drop it into the fire below! You’ll have nothing but ashes and a PR nightmare!" The helicopters shifted, the pilots communicating in hushed bursts of static. For a heartbeat, the world hung in a terrifying balance. "Status check," the loudspeaker crackled. A new voice—higher, colder—took over. "Miss Vance, the GRC does not negotiate with domestic terrorists. You are holding the economic stability of three continents in that cooler. Step away from the infant and the deceased." The deceased. The words hit me harder than the shockwave of the explosion. I looked down at Xander. His eyes were half-open, glazed and unmovin

all the men opposite us called out as a huge chunk of a man stepped out from their midst. It was the first time I was seeing the man known as alpha Hector. He was huge with black glossy hair under the sun. “Is that alpha Hector?” I asked Dennis as the man stopped in front of his crew, staring at us from that distance. “That is him. The unforgiving alpha of Night howler,” Dennis said as his claws drew out from his hands. “He came himself to quell us,” I said, seeing the amount of trouble we had on her hands. Damian held my hand, squeezing it lightly. “He takes us lightly and wants to use us as target practice. Let us show him no weakness.”

He says to Hailey and she gives him a small nod. If I don't know Xavier so much, I would have taken it that he is jealous. But he does sounds bitter. with a shrug, I walk around, giving out instructions when it is needed, and directing each model to his/her quarter. Funny I haven't still found the person I have been looking for. "Pari." Her voice vibrates in my head. Speak of the devil's wife and she shall appear without any trace of hesitation. "Miss Bluegrave." "Its Redgrave." Freya force a smile, her lips put into a thin line.

I extend my hand to him and he shakes it as he and his partner reach our gathering of wolves. “Agreed. Alpha, this is Detective Doug Fergeson. He recently transferred to homicide from narcotics.” Scott introduces his partner. That explains why I’ve never met this one, as I’ve never had the opportunity to work with any narcotics detectives. But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands.

Hector arrived exactly at eight o’clock, driving his black sports car with the headlights off for the last two hundred meters. He parked behind a stack of containers and stepped out of the vehicle. He was wearing dark jeans, a tight black shirt, and a leather jacket that concealed the pistol he carried at his waist — just as a precaution. His steps were silent and calculated. When he entered the main warehouse, Diego was already there, nervously smoking a cigarette while leaning against a concrete pillar. The former bouncer was a big man, but the moment he saw Hector, his posture changed instantly. He straightened up, and the cigarette fell from his fingers.

Ebola? Dave gave a heavy nod. "It moves fast. By the time we knew what it was, it was already too late." "Hector's dying..." Her voice came out small, like she wasn't sure if she was asking Dave or just saying it out loud. Dave's face was heavy with grief. He'd been with Hector for three years, climbing from entry-level to executive assistant. Whatever Hector's mess was when it came to love, he'd still mentored Dave, helped shape him.

Senator Dalton Accused of Accepting Illegal Donations From Private Conglomerate: Ties to Vance Industries Under Scrutiny A beat. Then another. We all looked at each other. Leon said what we were all thinking. “He just handed us the noose.” And I smiled. “Good,” I whispered. “Let’s hang him with it.” ***** I had braced myself for a bomb. But what Hector gave me was a cataclysm. He started slowly. Hesitant. Like a man pulling thorns from his throat after years of silence. But once he began… he couldn’t stop.