Hector Doyle Novels & Stories

Wouldn't want himself doing anything that would get Hector upset. He pulled out his cell phone and called Hector King's number. After a few seconds, of waiting, there was crackling on the other end. “Hunter.” “King,” “Everything okay?” “The issue with Angelo. It's a billionaire that owes us the money…” Hunter spent the next ten minutes telling Hector everything Angelo had just found out about Robert Holland. The next ten minutes was devoted to questioning and answering. Hector asking and Hunter answering. After all the clarity, Hector spoke.

Erica and I swiped our key cards and retrieved visitor passes from the reception desk for my brother and the other wolf. "My name is Alec," he introduced, "I am the one meant to be watching Jason today." Alec was tall with a broad, muscular build. His t-shirt clung to his biceps but was loose around the torso and his jeans were snug around the thighs. You didn't have to look twice to figure out that this guy worked out—going to the gym seemed like it should be his entire personality. He was fairly handsome, too, he was missing a head of hair but that gave him a rugged edge.

They simply looked too much alike! Hector had already found out from Tyrone that Heather's mother had already passed away on the day they met at Mulberry Lounge. Hector felt disappointed once he found out about it, but he hadn't passed the news back to the Robinson family yet because he hadn't confirmed Heather's identity. Tyrone frowned and looked at Hector coldly and with displeasure. Hector had been in the financial circle for a long time and his sixth sense instantly picked up on the dangerous look from Tyrone. Hector raised his eyes and instantly understood what Tyrone was trying to say, and he had no words.

Hector is a snake, and I have to be careful not to let him slither his way back into our lives. Hector looks at me with a raised eyebrow, as if my words were nothing but empty threats. "You seem to have forgotten who you're dealing with," he says, taking a sip of his coffee. I started laughing so much that Hector was in great awe. I couldn't stop laughing as every glance at him.made.me realized how foolish he is for thinking I will just give away the company I have worked for all the years of my life. He scoffed, his lips warped in a snarl as he gritted his teeth, "What's funny Damon?" I could see him trying so hard to hide the fear that was clearly visible in his eyes.

He drags a hand down his face and lets out a long tired breath before he begins. “Hector runs a huge organization. He pîmps girls, sells drûgs, órgans, and all the bad things you can think of. When Paul and I first went to Arizona, we met him there. Paul reconnected with his cousin and complained to Hector how we were finding it difficult. “Hector said he had a job for Paul. Something to give him extra cash. All Paul needed to do was transport some items. Paul didn't know what it was until he reached the delivery point and found out it was drûgs.

Hector asked, and then we both took our shots. "Is that her real name or?" Hector cut me off before I could finish. "It doesn't matter; don't touch her do you understand," Hector said and requested another round of shots. Hector tried to put fear in me, but the more he told me to stay away from the woman, the more I wanted her. Hector is a six-foot four-inch bull of a man, though, so I thought I would heed what he said. "Ok, stay away from Raven," I said, and at that time, Wade and Connor had arrived.

He shivered slightly, his limbs began to go numb, he tried to shake his head to dispel the crazy thoughts that were popping into his head; Death is slowly entering his mind, but Hector knows he can't die, he still has to marry Elena, and he has to give her a happy life like a woman in this world. “The god Apollo has an epiphany above, please hear my plea. I am Hector Sparker, an ordinary villager of Hill. I just want to be able to marry the girl I love the most in the world, Elena Ween, that's why I came here to find your precious bottle of wine. Please guide me, help me find the treasure hidden here."

Victor immediately said, “We’ve caught Angus Wager and his underlings. They’ve been locked up and can be interrogated at any time.” “So?” Philip’s eyes narrowed slightly. Was this not good news? Why did Victor say that something was wrong? Victor looked at Simba next to him. The latter understood and said straightforwardly, “According to the news from the scene, Angus admitted that the one who made the move was Hector Dunley. However, Hector left Uppercreek in a car from one of his seventh uncle’s sponsors and is heading back to Charbury. Moreover, according to the news we received, Hector’s seventh uncle is quite influential in Uppercreek and knows many people.”

His head hung low, his eyes focussing on the hand he held, but his leg was jigging, his heel tapping the floor, he was nervous. Daryl tries to get me to eat and drink but I didn’t want anything, what was the point if I was dying. “Please Ashley, please don’t give up, it took me long enough to find you.” The Doctor that had been treating me appears with another man, he was over six foot tall easily, with short bright blonde hair and a clean-shaven face, but more importantly, he was not someone that I had seen before.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal, for the exception of reports about Alexander and Caitlin making goo-goo eyes at each other from across dining tables around the city. When Hector returns from . . . wherever, will he still have a fiancé? Hector had been back in New York for a few days now but no one knew it. He had bought regular casual clothes and wore them. He had even acquired a few caps. He had to go outside of his usual self to find himself again. After discovering Alexander and Caitlin, he had felt like an old fool – emphasis on old. For the first time in his life, he had felt old – past his prime. He had traveled cross country, stopping in Wyoming and Idaho. Then he circled back