Hector Doyle Novels & Stories

Was I supposed to know who this Hector of a person was? “Hector, who?” Oxley had better have an explanation for coming here, else I might just force this beta of mine to get laid right away. Many she-wolves already had interest in him, but Oxley never spared them a second glance. “Alpha, I mean Hector, the warrior. He’s awake.” He was referring to the warrior who nearly died four days ago? “The warrior who was saved by your breeder. He’s awake.” What the… He survived? I had to see this for myself. How was he able to regain consciousness so soon? I thought it would have taken longer for him to wake up.

Howard chimed in, his voice calm and detached. "Ever wonder why we're here on your doorstep, yet you've heard nothing from Abbercrombie?" "Utter rubbish!" Hector inhaled deeply, raising his voice, "It's easy to slap a false charge on someone! "I've lived a life of honor. This nonsense about conspiring with enemies and plotting against a military official is pure fantasy, something I've never even heard of!" "Still playing the tough guy when death is staring you in the face!" Yoel's voice was heavy as he signaled with a hand. "Bring in the witness!"

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.

"You can scream all you want, bitch, no one is going to save you. Also, I need to remind you that Kira is sleeping soundly. She won't come here to save you." "I can save myself," said Doctor Greg. "I need no help from the likes of you!" "How about you save yourself now?" Trevor grinned wickedly. He swung the bat with him and slammed it hard into one of his arms. A howl escaped Doctor Greg's lips, followed by a series of curse words. "Just wait until I get out of this goddamned chair, I won't hesitate to put a bullet in that rotten heart of yours, and I'll have your head in one of my cabinets and watch it rot slowly!"

His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet. “My King,” he bowed slightly, then glanced at the wound. “You’re injured.” “I’ll live,” Alexandro said coldly, his voice sharp as steel. “Find out who sent him.” Daniel nodded, face grim. “Yes, Alpha. I’ll start immediately.” As Daniel left with the guards to handle the body, I found myself staring after him, but my mind was elsewhere. Spinning. Spinning. Who would try to kill me today of all days? Who wanted to stop this marriage so desperately? Was it someone from my tribe? One of Alexandro’s enemies? Or something

I shouted but he ignored me and focused on Tori. “Me!? What is wrong with you?” He shouts. “Take a look around you woman! Do you realize where you are?” He stands up and grits his teeth. “You’re pissed at the fact that we kept a secret from you? If that’s the worst that happens to you then I’d say you’re doing pretty damn good!” “I never asked for someone to hunt me down and try to kill me!” Ryder chuckled sarcastically then turned serious.

It came in so naturally to him which was bothersome because it meant I was easily affected. Me: Get your mind out of the gutters Berny. Hector: C’mon. At least minimum should be around 7. Or 8, u no. Me: And who the hell is gonna be popping all those babies? Hector: U of coz. I laughed out loud again. The goofy smile on my face couldn’t be removed. And I believed no one could spoil my mood this time around. Hector was a special kind of breed. The kind that wouldn’t mind doing something dangerous because it gave him that thrill, that rush of adrenalin and freedom and also because he could heal fast. I could feel it emanating from him. I just wanted him to show me that side of him. This was th

“Hello, Alex Cohen speaking…” Captain Pannell’s voice on the other end was very excited. “Mr. Cohen, you were right. Macy Falks was instructed by someone. I’ve found out through interrogation and other means that the person who secretly ordered Macy Falks to organize the bombing was Henry Doyle, the CEO of Quill City Media! I should have thought about this sooner. On top of hating you, Henry Doyle must also hold a grudge against Chief Judge Whitman, so he had the motive to strike at Chief Judge Whitman...”

It was a woman in her early forties that looked a lot like Lady Audrey. “Good morning, sorry to keep you waiting,” she said to me with a quick smile. “I’m Ann Lori Anderson, Mrs. Anderson’s daughter. She couldn’t make it to meet you, but she told me what you were looking for.” She raised the tablet in her hand a little. “I think I found it.” She glanced up at Mr. Blotter, like asking for permission to speak, and waited for him to nod before reading aloud from her tablet. “Henry, son of Joseph Senior, spent two years with our diplomatic corps in Paris, between 1890 and 1892.”

The older man was dressed in an expensive, traditional gray suit, and he carried a very powerful aura. "Julian! There you are!" Silas exclaimed, flashing a bright, professional agent smile that made Julian want to scream. "I have been looking everywhere for you. I need you to meet Mr. Harrison. He is the head of the major Canadian athletic syndicate. He has heard so much about the incredibly talented Julian Vane, the legendary Ice King, but he has never had the privilege to meet you in person until tonight."