Hector Doyle Novels & Stories

all the men opposite us called out as a huge chunk of a man stepped out from their midst. It was the first time I was seeing the man known as alpha Hector. He was huge with black glossy hair under the sun. “Is that alpha Hector?” I asked Dennis as the man stopped in front of his crew, staring at us from that distance. “That is him. The unforgiving alpha of Night howler,” Dennis said as his claws drew out from his hands. “He came himself to quell us,” I said, seeing the amount of trouble we had on her hands. Damian held my hand, squeezing it lightly. “He takes us lightly and wants to use us as target practice. Let us show him no weakness.”

He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural. "Meet my brother, Viktor Sokolov." He introduced and it felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown onto me. 'This man was Viktor Sokolov?' I gasped as it now hit me why he looked so familiar. I had seen this man before on this news several times because he was a military soldier captain and it was nothing good. Mostly about him bombing other armies, sneaking an attack or planning a coup. A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him?

“And more specifically, what the Hell's going on? What the hell did they do? Or is it one?” “Rogues. They've been roaming around too close, looking, searching, as if waiting for something to happen.” Alessandro replied, quick and clipped. “Two sightings near the east perimeter. Patrol brought one down, the other escaped. The body’s in the courtyard. It’s… not clean. I don't know how to explain it better than this.” “Not clean?” I asked, trying to process what he was saying. “I believe that the best way to it would be through words. You know, you can use your mouth to speak.”

His voice was cold and distant, just like his eyes. "Lena," I replied in panic, blinking my eyes continuously as I moved my hand over to my belly to guard it from any attempted punch. I can't forget the sharp, heartbreaking pain I got from the first punch he gave me not long ago. "My name is Hutton and I want you to know that I'm your worst nightmare, your terror, and the very person you will regret ever meeting. I'm one of the greatest Alpha Princes. No one can save you from me after you succeeded in putting the person I dearly love into coma." He paused and breathed roughly.

Desmond said coldly pulling jenny off him gently "Why do you love going to the hospital? You aren' t sick and you're not even a doctor" "Does it matter?" "Here I brought some dishes.. I know you guys wouldn't cook so i made some kimchi stew" Jenny said placing a lunch box on the table The scent alone made Micheal salivate but desmond wasn't moved. Not that he hates jenny, but jenny in someways behave like Sera, he is just being careful he doesn't fall for another mortal

It was his cloak. “Alpha Dalton?” One of the warriors standing behind him called out. The handsome man turned his head towards the man who had spoken. A gasp left my mouth before I could stop it as I stepped back in fear. This was the Alpha Dalton. He was known for being reckless, intimidating and merciless. He normally wouldn’t think twice before killing someone who dared defy him. With a cold voice, Alpha Dalton asked “What the fuck is going on?” Sensing the coldness radiating from his voice, I flinched.

The chief hesitated for a moment and glanced at Asher Montgo. After all, it wouldn't be appropriate to say certain things in front of Asher Montgo. Vivienne noticed the chief's hesitation and immediately said, "Chief, please speak freely. It's okay." The chief chuckled awkwardly and then resumed a serious tone. "The suspect said he saw Miss Sullivan with the CEO of Four Seas Corporation engaging in intimate behavior. Knowing that Ezra Donovan is Scarlett's boyfriend, he assumed you were a bad person."

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 said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

Ryan came next to me and whispered so that only I can listen to him, ''Isn't he the evil shareholder for whom you got married? I nodded my head in response. "Fuck, what's he doing here?" Ryan whisper yelled. "How do you know Zack?" I asked him stepping forward. Ryan came next to me and held my arm stopping me. Mr.Hector let out a humorless chuckle, "How do I know him? Well, I am his father." I felt the ground shake beneath my feet. Isn't my life a big soap opera? Out of all people, Zack is Mr.Hector's son!