Hector Dagworth Granger Novels & Stories

Angela looked questioningly at the man whose name she didn’t yet know and began to think. ‘Earlier, Nathan said he had two trusted people. One … Steven Breece, so this one is probably…’ “Are you HC?” Angela asked immediately. Hector winked while Nathan chuckled softly. “Oh, dear … Oh, you’re really very smart. Yes, he is HC. You … can just call him by his real name, Hector Corwell.” Hector, who was beginning to understand the situation, nodded in understanding and then bowed respectfully as a sign of respect toward the war general’s wife.

Pure fury raged through my veins as I screamed, "ABIGAIL!" I moved with Ceasar to where our child was being held, her eyes locked with Ceasar and a growl errupted from his chest. Most of our pack has shifted and stand on high alert growling and snarling at the 20 rogues, but the one in the middle, the one holding my pup, I know is my beloved grandfather, Vincent DeLuca.

Getting out of the room, she was met by a huge gathering of the pack members. She stared forward to see why everyone gathered. It’s probably one of those impromptu meetings. The Alpha, Damien, walked down majestically from the stairs, his composure was grandly towering, as if he wasn’t the one that nearly strangled her minutes ago. He had some Beta wolves, who served as guards behind him. He glared around the room, as he suspiciously scrutinised everyone.

I lost my head. "Xander, please..." I pleaded, but it was in my heart as I couldn't make any sound. I must have made a mistake in thinking Xander had turned soft a bit, He was still the cruel monster who didn't care about anyone. He knew I was dying yet wouldn't stop. I fell heavily to the ground and everything blacked out. ************ Hutton's POV The school bell rang for closure and my eyes roamed around once more as joy surged through me. A deep sigh of relief escaped my lips with a huge smile filling my face.

I didn’t even bother with a shirt. He was waiting in the foyer like he owned the place. Tall. Arrogant. Wearing a smug smirk and a black suit, his dark hair slicked back like he was walking into a boardroom rather than enemy territory. “Alpha Lockwood,” he greeted, his tone mocking. “Always a pleasure.” “Get to the point,” I snapped, stepping closer, my fists clenched. He raised a brow, pretending to be unfazed. “Just came to check on your father. Heard about the unfortunate... accident.”

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

He was cold, calculating, and ruthlessly efficient. After dropping another officer to the ground, Hector paused on the stairs, quickly taking one of Edgar’s men hostage, using the officer’s body as a shield to cover himself from any incoming fire. His eyes locked with Edgar’s below, and his voice was low, laced with a biting amusement. “I didn’t expect it to take you this long to find me, Captain.” Edgar’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t shoot. His restraint was clear, his fingers twitching near the trigger as he fought to keep his emotions in check. “Give her back to me,” Edgar growled, voice low and threatening.

He had originally been under the assumption that Zayn was already impressive enough as the chairman of Violet Vision, but the latter still had an identity that was even more astounding! Hector was dumbstruck in bewilderment. As someone from the gray area, he knew how powerful Mr. Hyde was more than anybody else. Despite his status, he was just a lowly subordinate when Mr. Hyde confronted him such that he did not have the courage to even let out a fart. As a result, he learned that Mr. Hyde was working for the chairman. ‘Oh, my f*ckIng god, that is way too f*ck*ng impressive!’