Hector Dagworth Granger Novels & Stories

She sighed making a meh face The rest of breakfast was fun. The cook came back and thanked Charlotte for her generosity and help with breakfast. I headed up to my office afterwards to try and get things rolling with that rogue going back to her pack. I’ve yet to learn her name. Oh well, if he kills her I guess it wouldn’t matter right? When I opened my office door, Creed and Ryan stood there with there arms crossed against their chest “ what?” I asked walking past them over to my desk to sit down

'He's—' Sophia's petite frame shook as she observed. She stared straight at Darryl, completely dumbfounded. She thought that he was just her boss's respectable guest. She did not expect that he was powerful enough to block bullets with twigs and kill people that way. It was incredible. "You—" Hector locked his gaze on Darryl, his voice quivering as he struggled for words. He had a terrified expression on his face as if he had seen a monster.

Yes, she could. “Who is he?” I already knew who he was but I wanted to know if she was going to tell me. His name was Andrew Douglas, aged thirty-two, once employed as a detective in Nevada. More recently he retired, having cashed out his pension and started looking for Charlotte. He would still have friends and connections. Blue was blue.

DEA I was putting together my presentation for the seminar for more than half the day, distracting myself from my real problems. When I opened the email last night, I was excited but it was short-lived when I read the names of the other scientists that were going to be there as well. Dr. Jason Yates stood out to me and all of a sudden I was a sobbing mess yet again but I found my happy place as I buried my head in Victor's pillow and inhaled a scent I could only relate to him.

Like everyone in the room, Granger was also wearing a black outfit–he was mourning with them for the death of Herald. He looked like he was carrying something heavy on his shoulders. This was a different kind of Granger they used to know. Granger did look like he was having it hard to cope with Herald’s death, his former ally. He stood on the doorway as his eyes met Georgia’s first, then to Lily, and to Hazel at last–as if he was asking for permission to come inside.

“If he’s not a D’Amaris, then I want to know who the hell he is. Find every Lorenzo you can linked to the western packs. Or anyone who’s used that name before. And if not Lorenzo, then trace D’Amaris. That surname came from somewhere. I want a trail, no matter how faint. And I want your eyes on Maxine. I still find it odd that our men died when they were on duty to keep her safe. And then this… I want eyes and ears on her, not to protect her this time.” Hunter hesitated, shifting on his feet. “And… what about Valerie? Do you plan to tell her? She has the right to know.” I looked down at the faint glow of her message still on my phone, her simple words: ‘He stopped by again. Nothing unusual.’

"You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with concern. "I mean…your Dad can be the founder and CEO of the great Hunter's Empire, but imagine the feeling of knowing that you turned a billionaire without Daddy's help." With that said, Wade Roberto dismissed Daisy Hunter. As she left, Wade Roberto crossed his legs on the mahogany and smirked. "Daisy Hunter will come around, I'm certain of it." He whispers to himself. Moments later…. Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home.

This meant he would only have twenty-four hours before the spell was over; that’s if he could survive. “How do you feel Hector?” Jakes voice held a worried tone, he had watched him grow from a boy to a man. If something happened, it would be heart breaking for him to tell his parents. Hector didn’t answer, instead stuck his arm to the side allowing flames to form encasing it entirely. I watched as he turned his head to the side, only this time his other arm glowed. He was getting a feel for our gifts. “Hector?” Athena had moved to his side, her hands cupping his face seemed to bring him out of his daze.

Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain. 'Drake. . . let them hurt me,' Emily entered his mind again. 'Let them torture me. . . just run away from the forest, save yourself,' Emily added weakly. 'No! Stop commanding me, Emily! That's not the only thing you get from me once I bring you back to the mansion!' he sounded mad, with no emotions at all. Drake killed the hunter mercilessly. He didn't let them escape from his raging eyes. He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way.

Vitaly said, turning to face the elders who were entering the pack “the man has given us enough to deal with, and we have never said anything about it; however, to know that he is siding with the enemy, that is not something that we can accept, especially since he is now his ‘family’” His eyes met Katerina’s who frowned, a low growl escaping her chest as she glared at the man she trusted as a father, a man she chose to open up to when she knew that she had no one to trust. Donatello wrapped his arm around Bella, looking at her, the two nodded as they shared a quiet message before she took one step back behind him, watching as he took a step forward to stand to my left. Carter stood to my rig