Hector Doyle Novels & Stories

Phillip glanced at me before shaking his head. “That would be disrespectful, Luna. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Phillip Bryant, the head doctor here at the Mount Hood hospital,” he smiled. “Bryant? Like David or Katherine?” Aurelia asked, eyeing him cautiously. Phillip sighed. “David is my son. And I am so sorry for the part my niece Katherine played in the attack on you and your family’s home. Aurelia nodded, still eyeing him. “Not your fault. I at least like your son,” she shrugged, relaxing.

“So, why do you ask...?” "Just shut up, Chris," I interrupted him again, not knowing how to feel. I spent a few minutes rereading those papers without leaving my surprise. “Royce Constructions?” I stuttered looking at him at last, "Are you the owner of a fucking construction company?" “Helena...” "I can't believe you fooled me like this, Christopher!" I exclaimed feeling the anger rising in rank. "I never fooled on you," he said surprised trying to take my hands, but I only hit them when they touched me.

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.

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

“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.

"Hector died a long time ago. Hector was a doctor who worked for the Facility. I own a workshop now, and I have a family." Alfred added. "You have a family now?" Simon was already weaving plans on his head. The Facility needs to know about this. "Yes. But, don't worry, you will not live to tell the Facility." He said casually. "You think killing me will solve anything!? The Facility will come after you!" A small cold smile played on Hector's lips then. "They will never know. Just like they never knew anything in the past eighteen years." The smile vanished and a deadly look replaced it, "I will kill you to keep my family safe. I will do anything to keep my daughters safe."

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.

Victor said. "Please, sir. If I have the answer, I will." Rocky replied. "Do you know the Hector the lady mentioned?" asked Victor. "Of course, if my guess is correct, he is Hector Anderson. Owner of Anderson Pharmacy in Coast Field City, lover of Sarah Anthony, former lover of Mr. Dante." Rocky answered, and the information sounded complete. It was obvious that the man was an accurate informant. Victor nodded. "Tonight's incident: please tell your boss; let him take action against Viona." He continued to ask.