Hector Greek Novels & Stories

“Face it. It's all over. Give in now and save the lives of the others.” Hector’s heart was filled with the pain that he had failed Damon, and a burning hatred for Draco and his cohorts. He wanted to rush at them and tear them to pieces, but he knew he was no match for them in his battered state. He looked at the fallen body of the guards, and then the weak elders lying or sitting against the wall like discarded toys, with haunted looks in their eyes as they trembled in fear. His pride wanted him to fight on, but his responsibility told him to consider the lives of the others and exercise restraint.

Orion raises his voice. Anders picks his tumbler and knocks back the rest of the content. He grimaces swallowing down. He's beginning to feel the alcohol in his system. He's gone past limits today. He clears his throat before he responds. “For one, Hector is an arrogant pr!ck. He has neither pity nor remorse… And he's going about playing a villain attacking people in the streets.” His mind travels to Electra. Her twisted unconscious body, the small bleeding gash on her head and the instant fear that had clawed his heart when he thought something terrible had happened to her.

I sit myself in front of him and cross my legs. “It's been a while since we met face to face.”I say to him. “What was so important That you couldn't tell Elais?” Hector's eyes still stay frozen on the half done game. “What?Can't I miss An old friend?”Hector asks. “We aren't friends.”I corrected. “We are business partners.” Hector chuckles And finally raises his pupils to meet mine. “I admire how honest you are, Ares,makes me feel less guilty when I think of betraying you.”

Harmonia nodded decisively. Hector smiled brightly. “I guess it was worth getting injured.” “How could any injury be worth it?!” Harmonia frowned with dissatisfaction. She coldly said, “Listen carefully. You’re not allowed to get injured anymore. Understand?” Hector jokingly responded, “Yes, I understand.” Then, he clutched the lucky charm and pressed it to his heart before boarding the jet. Safan said, “Honey, take good care of Hector.” Ginevra’s thoughts were focused on Hector, and she could not be bothered to pay attention to Safan. She casually replied, “Alright.”

Hector could not help but glance at Philip, the shock in his eyes apparent. At this moment, Philip spoke, “This Angus Wager isn’t the main culprit.” “What? The mastermind is someone else?” When Heath heard this, his gaze tensed as a fierce aura radiated from his body. He turned his gaze and it fell directly on Hector. “Is it you?” “Uh… I…” Hector opened his mouth to realize that he was so frightened that he was stuttering. He gulped fiercely and continued, “This seems to be a misunderstanding…”

Lucian remained silent momentarily before replying, "I can handle it even though we're divorced. Do you want to go back to Everglade Manor and keep an eye on me?" Calista rolled her eyes at him. "You wish. I'm never moving back to Everglade Manor ever again." Just as Lucian was about to respond, a Jeep screeched to a halt before the lobby steps, drawing everyone's attention. Hector stepped out of the car, sporting a white tee and jeans. His short hair accentuated his chiseled features and radiated a strong aura. He walked briskly and approached Calista, creating a gust of wind as he passed. The furrowed brows and imposing stature of Hector gave off an intense vibe.

"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."

“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.”

“But it’s true. He talked to me. He told me he helped me kill the night devourer.” Hector stood up now, running a hand through his hair. “That’s…” he exhaled sharply. “That’s not something people can just—” “I know!” I cut in. “Do you think I would make this up? He’s been speaking to me and its driving me crazy, plus he’s—he’s arrogant, petty and rude and—” “And if anyone hears you say this,” Hector interrupted firmly, stepping closer, “they will call it blasphemy.” I froze.

“Nice to meet you, madam. I’m Hector.” ‘Hector…’ The editor-in-chief’s wife’s expression changed when she heard the name. “You’re Hector?” Liam had told her before that there was a brat named Hector who threatened him. She had heard of him before but had never met him. “Hmph, so it’s you. What do you want? Do you want money?” Hector replied expressionlessly, “I don’t want money. I'm just here to warn you not to get cheated, madam.”