Hector Doyle Novels & Stories

He looked at the officer who did nothing but sit there like a dog he was for Hector. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life. Now I will make sure the case is closed and no one would ever take her name in this world." Hector said and before Dylan could understand what he was up to. Someone hit him on his head. He heard his crew's screams then everything went dark.

Angela looked questioningly at the man whose name she didn’t yet know and began to think. ‘Earlier, Nathan said he had two trusted people. One … Steven Breece, so this one is probably…’ “Are you HC?” Angela asked immediately. Hector winked while Nathan chuckled softly. “Oh, dear … Oh, you’re really very smart. Yes, he is HC. You … can just call him by his real name, Hector Corwell.” Hector, who was beginning to understand the situation, nodded in understanding and then bowed respectfully as a sign of respect toward the war general’s wife.

I'm beginning to think you are mute Mr British Liam Scott. I walk towards Liam and when I get to him, I stretch my hand down to him for a handshake " Hi, I'm callum Dove, the president of the student body council of the school and I'm at your service. " I say and beam. He grabs my hands for the handshake and instantly I flush, his hand is warm and I just felt the sparks. I have always wanted the kind of sparks mum had when she met Lori, that's why I haven't bothered with dating.

He's constantly checking in on me, and unless I can go with him, he's cancelling any pack duties that are away from the pack lands, and I hate that I'm putting him through this. We step into the doctor's room and take a seat just as a female doctor walks into the room. "Hi, Harriot. Thank you for coming." Nick stands up and shakes her hand as he talks before turning his attention to me. "Bonnie, this is Harriot. She is a pack member and used to work alongside our doc until she decided to head for a new carrier. She is a qualified doctor and an incredible one at that. I asked her if she could come along to check you out as a second opinion and, luckily for us, she agreed."

Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain. 'Drake. . . let them hurt me,' Emily entered his mind again. 'Let them torture me. . . just run away from the forest, save yourself,' Emily added weakly. 'No! Stop commanding me, Emily! That's not the only thing you get from me once I bring you back to the mansion!' he sounded mad, with no emotions at all. Drake killed the hunter mercilessly. He didn't let them escape from his raging eyes. He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way.

"Hi there. Just in time. I'll need a ride to the business district. Can you take me there?" "Certainly, Young Master." replied the driver. "Thanks a lot. By the way, how may I address you?" asked Derek. "My name is Hector, Young Master. I've served the Quinton family as their driver for the last 30 years. I'm honoured to drive you around now Young Master." "Nice to know you, Hector. Oh wait, do you have Owen's number? I forgot to ask him for it. Send me his number and we'll get going."

How they entered without any member of the guard or pack knowing was a huge mystery to him. "What if one of the pack members had a hand in this?" he thought. He wouldn't raise or jump into conclusions yet, at least not until the doctor had come and given him the diagnosis. Never in his life had he felt more helpless towards anything or anyone in his entire life span. He was Damien, he had answers to anything and everything, he was feared and even reverenced in all places of life. He was supposed to be the greatest. But, here he was looking at his mate dying and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He didn't want to cry or anything, but he just couldn't lose her, for fucks sake

“I . . . became one of them to survive. My family . . . they refused. And now they’re gone.” I didn’t mean to reveal so much to the hatter. The story simply spooled out of me like a ball of yarn. Perhaps I simply needed to confide in someone, and the hatter was the only one there. He rubbed his chin, as if he were unsure whether he believed me. Finally, he bowed and said, “My name is Hector, ma’am. Hector Humphries.” I hesitated. “Maraina Blackwood.” “You have my condolences for your family, Maraina. I myself lost my brother a few months ago. Cholera.”

"At least we know where you came from. What does he know? He only knows the shell you built." "Darcy Clark is who I chose to become." Darcy met his eyes. "That's more real than anything you ever chose for me." Hector's jaw worked. He let out a cold laugh, then brushed past close enough for his scent to linger on her bare shoulder and in her hair. Darcy didn't flinch. She stood still until the glass door opened and closed behind him. Then she let out a breath. The pieces fit: Hector was a probe, sent ahead. Garrick urgently needed her back in the North Barrens. And as long as that was true, he wouldn't risk exposing her identity.

“Snow, you are absolutely incredible. Do you know this?” Damien said. I looked up at him bewildered. I just told this man that the largest assassin company in the world was out to get him personally, and he thinks I'm incredible? I shook my head at him. “What?” I said.