Hector Peabody Novels & Stories

How dare he?! Chase was asking Hector to go in and see him? Hector was usually courteous despite being stern, but even he felt infuriated by this statement. He was the bureau chief of the South River City Police Bureau. Why should he be the one to see this young brat? However, Hector quickly noticed the purple token in front of him. It was as big as his palm, and nine dragons were carved on it. The token looked like a noble item. Hector stared at it for quite a while and could not figure it out.

I hiss at Sky, not caring a bit that everyone else can hear me. "Heaven not now." "Why not now, she already said it." Phoebe begins to giggle. "You want the gory details Heaven? It was great, he was great. The way his hands and his...." Before she can finish that sentence I begin tackling her. She's startled by my attack but she fights back, scratching my face and even kicking me. Unfortunately Sky grabs me before I can really fight her. "Girls calm down." David says as he grabs Phoebe, who is now laughing uncontrollably.

he kept panting and kept thinking of how he would explain all this to Harmony. When Harmony opened her eyes…she looked as if she was lost but then she saw him… “Oh my God! Oh my God! Ichab! You did it! You brought us back…” Ichabod frowned, “Harmony, I’m sorry, I really wish I know how to explain and…” “Who are you calling Harmony? It is I, Dennis! I am back!” ** I

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

It came in so naturally to him which was bothersome because it meant I was easily affected. Me: Get your mind out of the gutters Berny. Hector: C’mon. At least minimum should be around 7. Or 8, u no. Me: And who the hell is gonna be popping all those babies? Hector: U of coz. I laughed out loud again. The goofy smile on my face couldn’t be removed. And I believed no one could spoil my mood this time around. Hector was a special kind of breed. The kind that wouldn’t mind doing something dangerous because it gave him that thrill, that rush of adrenalin and freedom and also because he could heal fast. I could feel it emanating from him. I just wanted him to show me that side of him. This was th

Hector tried to turn it back on her. “Proof? My mother herself is the witness. She told me that you stole the second half of Yun’s Aromatic Codex from her. Isn’t it time you handed it back?” “Your mother? Isn’t she dead?” The slip was fatal. “Oh? Just moments ago, you swore you hadn’t been in touch with the Jonathan family for decades. So how is it you know my mother is dead? Where exactly did you hear that news?” “…” Hector froze, realizing he’d trapped himself. After a pause, he muttered, “Caitlin, believe me or not, I never had any Yun’s Aromatic Codex. I’ve never even heard of it, never laid eyes on it. Maybe your mother was mistaken.”

' he asked not responding to his greeting. The news?' Hector asked, making a questioning gesture at his Beta, who immediately got out his phone and scrolled to the breaking news. 'What about the news?' Then he saw the protest and all that happened through the phone, Samuel held up to his face. 'Who is that nobody who was standing beside you as you address the mob?' Lyncan Harrison senior asked. Not again! Hector groaned inwardly. 'Oh, that is Alexa, my new secretary!' 'She had better be no more than that!' he instructed his son. 'It is bad enough that such a person as Camellia has a son by you, I hope you are not planning on making the same mistake again?'

I just didn’t know what he was doing to me, as my body seemed to obey him. “Alright, Alexa. Maybe eventually you’ll learn to trust me. But for now, just be good, okay?” “What do you mea—?” I was still speaking when a loud pop of something opening interrupted me. I didn’t even know when the bottle got to his hands. The purple substance came out like smoke, up into my nose, as Hector chanted some words. My bones grew weak. My feet couldn’t support me, and I fell—but got caught by his arms before I could reach the grand tiles.

After almost six years, Zayn had already grown up to be a young man, and he was almost 170 meters tall, so it was only natural that Hector did not recognize Zayn. However, Zayn could recognize Hector in an instant, the man who had almost killed Zayn’s whole family. Hector did not change much, but he looked much more decent compared to the past. The child that Hector was carrying in his arms seemed to be more than one year old, but the gender of the child could not be distinguished. Hector was carrying the child and was sitting on the swing, and the child giggled happily.

After the sellout, Marcus Grayman disappeared and nobody knew where he was, until now. “You know you mean a lot to me,” Hector continued telling Hunter. “And nothing would make me prouder to see you settle that debt for me.” Hunter nodded, feeling evoked. Hearing Hector talk about him like that only made him feel more encouraged to continue being the perfect mobster. Hector was like a father figure to Hunter.