Hector Rendon Novels & Stories

Senator Dalton Accused of Accepting Illegal Donations From Private Conglomerate: Ties to Vance Industries Under Scrutiny A beat. Then another. We all looked at each other. Leon said what we were all thinking. “He just handed us the noose.” And I smiled. “Good,” I whispered. “Let’s hang him with it.” ***** I had braced myself for a bomb. But what Hector gave me was a cataclysm. He started slowly. Hesitant. Like a man pulling thorns from his throat after years of silence. But once he began… he couldn’t stop.

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

I turned down his offer, returning his supper power to him. “Ok,” he stated plainly and ate the candy. We spent a few more minutes on the rooftop, smoking and watching the beautiful view of the city. I couldn't deny that the view was as beautiful as my pet. ‘Ok, Leo. You are not fucking thinking about her right now. Remember your promise. You fucking agreed to take her off your mind and let us focus on our mate,’ Red lashed hard at me in my head. And I shook the thought of my pet off my mind.

It seemed like I suddenly couldn't think straight because of what I found out. I thought that was the real situation of their family — Hector's mother is Donya Valeria and Don Damien was not her real father. Perhaps that was also Ares' biggest reason why he was so angry with Hector. Perhaps that is also the biggest reason why the rift between their siblings has widened.

Andrea thought about it for a moment, "Odyssey.." She gasped, "Oh, yes! My goodness, I didn't recognize you without the beard." She flung her head back and let out a boisterous laugh, "I'm so sorry! I had just seen you last spring at the Northern Hills Community Outreach banquet." "Amber, you and Jack were both there," she turned her attention towards them, trying to include the others into the conversation. "Miguel gave the opening lecture on the importance of relief assistance in the time of hardship and crisis." Jack nodded and reached for a handshake, "Yes, if I recall, that was a very admirable speech on people helping people. It's a delight to see you again, Mr. Santos. I'm Jack Gibson

This could get us both in a lot of trouble—Logan more than me. “My dad got a report last night of some dangerous freaky wolves wandering the forest. Toppers got a call about two injured campers who say this massive wolf attacked them with red eyes and this red wolf. The kicker is the one with red eyes supposedly transformed into some ugly hairy dude. Everyone is speculating on what happened and afraid of the possible answers. I think Camp Okwaho’kenha has a wolfman roaming the forests of,” Darien explained.

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.

“He’ll make an appearance. We’ll just have to be alert.” At that very moment, Jim comes rushing back. He looks very worried and frightened. “I’ve got bad news,” he declares. “Hector is dead.” A wave of shock and horror ripple through everyone. Ryder glances at Scarlett who looks shaken by the news. He instinctively puts an arm around her shoulder, trying to calm her down while Kat is confused. “Hector is dead? How?” She demands. “He was alive last night and-” “He came back home around dawn,” Jim says. “There was only one security guard on duty and he let Hector in. After a while, Vincent returned home to find Hector dead in the house and…”

“They… they know I’m bound to you. They can sense it.” His jaw clenched. “Then we’re going to make sure they never touch you again.” But as he scanned the crowd, his stomach sank. Someone was recording. Not just fans with phones, but someone with intent. Someone who knew exactly what they were seeing. A flash of red hair caught his attention. It was Nolan. Standing in the back, smirking, phone in hand. “You!” Rhett growled, releasing Alina and charging. Nolan didn’t run. Instead, he waved. “Relax, captain. Just documenting your… performance.”

"Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is." Everyone's attention falls on my mate as Nick signals for her to carry on while my gut twists and already I have absolutely no doubt that whatever she's about to tell us next will result in me ending that prick's life. "His name is Talon Beckham. He's one of the leaders of the... pack, and unfortantly, he is my mate." Yeah, he's going to die!