Hector Doyle Novels & Stories

But Hector did not miss the message beneath his words. ****tbc****

“I don't have all the time in the world Hector.” “Well,”Hector begins,taking a sip of the Martini the girl brought him. “Let me tell you something more interesting…Dominic Torchelli wasn't the only new visitor I got recently,and the second person even gave me some money to keep our transaction a secret”he draws in some of his cigars. “But you know me,I like you so much…I just couldn't keep the secret.” That was a lie,the only reason Hector was this loyal is because I paid him a f*e monthly and I was his biggest customer.

Just because Hector Doyle's true love refused to conceive a child, he used my body to bear their child. "It should be an honor for her to bear our child," he said. "At least she's of some use. So what if she dies? My client happened to give me a spot at a cemetery. We can just pick the best spot for her, right?" It turned out that cancer was never going to take my life—but that bastard was. … Tension hung thick in the operating room after what Hector said to the doctor.

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

Hello darling, How are you doing? I'm so happy to have finally found you. I'm coming and nobody can stop us from being together now. I'll make sure anyone who comes between us is punished. Yours truly, LK I was shocked. The letter slips out of my hands. All sorts of feelings race into my mind but the most dominant of all FEAR. He found me. He knows where I am. He will come for me. After 2 years of hiding, he finally came back. He will destroy everything.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

Ruth didn't seem too pleased to see me. "Oscar Wilde, good to see you." Marco Winehouse said. He was the one in charge of the meeting, and he was the one with the intel. I sat down in the pub and paid for everyone's drinks as a token of my appreciation for them coming all the way to meet with me. "What is going on, guys? My uncle was beaten up, and my pack raided." I complained, and Marco exhaled. "You won't believe this shit, but Giles Hunter is back. His sect has done a lot of harm." Marco claimed, and I looked at him, stunned.

"Fine. I get your point. Still, it's kind of risky. You don't know what relationship The Apex Order has with the Doomers, so you have to be careful.” “The Apex Order?” Boma was confused. “Donovan’s cult is called The Apex Order.” “Oh.” “You did not know?” “It’s not important to me. I did not bother to find out.” “I understand your disinterest.” Said Hilda. “Still, as I was saying, seeing another P. O’s girl might not be worth it if you don’t know what relationship Donovan’s cult has with the girl’s P. O’s cult. I say send Donovan a text. Beg him or something. Do it now and see what he says. After all, he has not really threatened to punish you over this. He only said you will have to leave t

"Yeah the poor wife of his is me." "No wonder I felt your name a bit familiar." She hummed to herself and I found myself getting confused. "Is he that famous?" Flora nodded at my question. "Girl, the news has said he runs the biggest chains of hotels and restaurants. And not to forget he has this company, called D.Co, news--this is one of the largest operating systems here in U.S and all over Europe." D.Co, where did I hear this word again? "And they are like billionaires."

I rifled through my sketchbook, praying he left me alone like everyone else had. "I know you can draw. It's so beautiful. What's that? " he asked pointing at my newest sketch. I shut the book, sliding it out of his reach. I glared at him, not quite used to anyone disturbing me. He met my gaze coolly. " Ah! Where are my manners? " he said. I mumbled, "probably in your half eaten sandwich". He smiled. "Who knew you had a sense of humour? My name is Matthew. L. Henderson." I rolled my eyes, not caring I was sitting next to the mayor's son. He cocked his head, clearly waiting for me to introduce myself like the lady I wasn't.