Novel & Cerita Hector Greek

His voice rose a little bit at the end. “She wanted to bring them down. Take Oran down. All she wanted to do was fight and I was done fighting.” “She left you…” Hector didn’t say anything for a while. “I spent some time in India. Worked as a cook. Then hopped around Egypt. No ID, no phone, nothing. I just was a nomad really. Managed to get my hands on a less than authentic passport and after doing a couple of smuggling jobs for the local vampires, I made enough to fly back.”

' sentence. “Ahh, I have a talented roommate and friend! I'm proud of you, Soheila. I feel like an older brother.” Hector laughed after sayinf his last sentence. Hector was the youngest in the Kim Clan, he had an older brother and wanted to be an older brother someday. That wish came true when she met Luna, Sirene, and Soheila. He felt like he was an older brother of three talented monsters.

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.”

But Myrtle immediately shook her head and pressed her fingers in his hands that were holding – as if she knew what he was thinking about. “Is it about Hunter?” She pointed it out seriously. Hector didn’t have to say it already. She knew. And he had no other choice but to tell her about it. “He had gone to the Triad base. We have to go there. He is risking his life to this.” Hector explained – in the verge of annoyance and worry. Myrtle let out a deep sigh. “He might have seen a light that he was staking everything he had.” Myrtle commented – as she looked straight into his eyes.

Hector smiled before responding, "You think I have to go through all that stress to get you killed?" George shrugged his shoulders. "Well, no. All I have to do is snap my fingers, and you are all dead meat," Hector said as he mimicked snapping his fingers. His fingers were unnecessarily long and slender, his nails sharp, with an edge of a reddish hue. "So, you all are expected to be present, or you will not like what I will do to you." "You, come," he called on one of my guards, who was reluctant to go and only heeded when I gave him a nod.

Hector says, a maniacal glint in his eyes. " I am not your puppet. We are equals in this mission so don't you dare dictate how and when I do things. If something bad happens to her,I'll drag you to hell with me." I snarl and turn to leave the room. I have to check on Hera. I have to make sure she is alright. " Are you sure you want to go down this lane? Having me as your enemy isn't going to do you well." Hector threatens and I halt, turn around and face him.

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.