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.”

“He’s doubting. He’s scared. But he’s still mine.” Hector snorted. “He’s a liability.” “He’s a wallet,” I corrected. “A very large one.” Hector’s eyes narrowed. “Then get access to it. All of it. Once your name is on those accounts, we don’t need him anymore.” I nodded. “I know.” “And don’t let him think he’s slipping,” Hector added. “If he starts realizing he’s not important, he’ll run. Or worse he’ll go crawling back to his family.”

She looked at Hector but he just shook his head. I just shrugged because I had no idea why Zac is being moody all of a sudden. I couldn't see his full face since he is wearing his mask again. GALLEGOS MANSION Meet Hector Lawrence Gallegos: a half-Filipino, half-Spanish Mafia King from Spain, notorious for being a cold-blooded leader. Yet, he unexpectedly transformed into a passionate and warm lover after falling for the quirky Debbie Garnet and their romance brings out a whole new side of him.

Now Hector doesn’t have to spend his days where people could stare at the burn scars. “Hector!” I reach out and shake his hand before he swallows me in a hug. “Elder Randall, Hector Sanchez is one of our veterans who has acclimated back to pack life. His younger brother Marco is currently deployed. Hector, Elder Randall.” “Ah, pleasure to meet you, Sir.” Hector formally salutes Randall. His rich accent reminds me of Marco. “Th-thank you for your service.” Randall gawks at Hector’s scarred face. I stand back and suppress a smile when Hector’s warm demeanor changes by Randall’s reaction.

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…”

Calista looked at Hector at the door and exclaimed, "How did you ... " "Oh, your friend turned out to be Hector! Come in and have a seat." Selena had a good impression of Hector. He was good-looking, a sweet-talker, and a military man. Who wouldn't like him? Hector knew he would be going to the Stansend Manor, so he prepared gifts for Henry and Selena. "These are foot essential oils for you, Aunt Selena, and this one is for Uncle ... "

"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.”