Hector Doyle Novels & Stories

He had simply unlocked the east service gate, the one with the blind spot, and turned on the light in the study, and waited. Now he turned from the window as Hector appeared in the doorway. "She's here," Hector said. "Send her in," Alexander said. Charlotte Doyle, he could not yet make himself think of her by the other name, the original name; that would take time, more time than this night contained... came into the study still wearing the green coat. She had not been home, wherever home was now. She had been moving, he suspected, through the city in the way of a person who does not have a destination but cannot remain stationary, burning through the hours by staying in motion.

He said, he is still looking for that someone, who will take his life to the next level without batting an eye. The last one and the least playboy now is Atty. Hector. Previously, he had a lot of flings, he take women like cupcakes of different flavors; so yummy to munch, according to him, but then one fateful night turned him into a new Atty. Hector. He had a one-night stand in a popular resort in Las Vegas with a mysterious, virgin woman, who until now he is still trying to find and hoping to see again.

" Okay, but what about my payment?" I nodded. Finding no other way to kill my time here. He guides me to the bar and steadies the revolving bar chair for me to sit. I felt strange again. No man has treated me with so much respect before. He seemed like a nice guy. We started chit-chatting, but my eyes were fixed on my brother's back. Ryder was telling me that he was the head warrior in the second-biggest pack in the world. He attended mid-semester to finish his studies.

By Catherine De Castro I had to admit that at least that night, Hector was showing himself different from the vain and spoiled man who used to print the main gossip notes of the country’s media. I wondered what was making him act so kind to me, although, of course, it was apparent that it seemed like a hobby for him to piss me off. In fact, I knew that Hector had agreed to participate in this whole situation exclusively for money. It wasn’t part of his profile to care about anything other than that, but still I couldn’t deny that he was striving to make it work, even if our reality was far from looking like a happy and passionate couple.

Quick to spot the points that most people would miss. Kate, 37 years old. Dressed in an oversized black hoodie and navy blue ripped jeans. Her specialty lies in technology. A white-hat hacker with impressive hacking skills. Stefan, 39 years old. Dressed in a casual white t-shirt and a sky blue shirt on top and black jeans. Also, has a unique watch on his right wrist. He is Mr. Anderson's old disciple who has cracked many important and difficult cases with him. And last but not least Mr. Gray, the same age as Mr. Anderson, 44 years old. Dressed in a black suit. He always wears formal attire. His biggest rival and friend. He and Mr. Anderson were rivals since his first day here.

He had to know the only place that would land him was six fit under in the cold hard ground. I already knew where I was going. All the men in that room were gangsters or affiliated with gangs. What Hazel was doing there was a mystery I wanted to uncover. The man she was standing with was Alonzo. He was the worst snake in the camp. I hated that man with a passion. He was into human and sex trafficking, a sport I didn’t participate in. I may have been a cold motherfucker but I still held some of my humanity. Human beings were not commodities to be traded like drugs or ammo. Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists.

“So… tell me. Why does it feel like there’s something else? You didn’t just rush here to see me.” Hector exhaled. “For the first time in my life,” he admitted, “my heart is beating for a girl.” Silence. Then....laughter. Hunter’s loud, uncontrolled laughter. Hector scowled. “It’s not funny.” "It’s hilarious," Hunter shot back. "You? Feeling something for a girl? You’re serious?” Hector leaned against the railing, rubbing his temple. “Yes. But it’s not that simple. She’s mysterious. Possibly dangerous.”

Hector Womanizer—check. Cocky—check. Dangerous—checkmate. Staying away from him was indisputably the sensible thing to do. The problem? She wasn't just drawn to him; she was utterly mesmerized... Charlotte Brennan is no stranger to heartache and mortification. Her past is full of both. So when amazing and incredibly intense Hector Ayala, literally jumps into Charlee's life, her walls are immediately up. Letting her guard down and sharing her past and deepest secret is not happening. Charlee is not looking to get her heart crushed once again. However, her willpower proves to be no match for Hector's mesmerizing pull.

His voice rose a little bit at the end. “She wanted to bring them down. Take Oran down. All she wanted to do was fight and I was done fighting.” “She left you…” Hector didn’t say anything for a while. “I spent some time in India. Worked as a cook. Then hopped around Egypt. No ID, no phone, nothing. I just was a nomad really. Managed to get my hands on a less than authentic passport and after doing a couple of smuggling jobs for the local vampires, I made enough to fly back.”

Tyler’s POV I watched as Dalton walked through the front door of the pack house. His face was tired and his shoulders hung. He had executed Maxine and Doctor Winder this morning and then we had all helped with tending to the hurt pack members. I didn’t go with him to see them be executed. I couldn’t bring myself to do it even though she had tried to kill me, my family, and Dalton multiple times. I just didn’t want to look her in the eyes as he took her life. I was sitting at the kitchen bar when he walked in. He eyed me and made a straight path to me. When he approached he turned my chair toward him and picked me up by my waist and held me tight to him as I wrapped my legs around his waist.