Hector Rendon Novels & Stories

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.

How can he let her be in the arms of another man? “She’s mine!” Hector declares like a maniac. “I won’t let her go to another man!” Suddenly, a car comes speeding toward him. Hector, in fear, manages to jump aside and lets the car slip ahead but it smoothly turns around to hit him again. Jim watches in horror as the car hits Hector, sending him flying backward. He falls on the ground with a thud, his arm fractured. Hector squeals in pain as Ryder gets out of the car. Jim is shocked to see his fiery aura emitting from him. He’s more assertive and deadly, with a madness which is ready to destroy the world.

“Papa shouts, ‘Go to your room and lock the door.’” “Then?” “I-I run,” Horror screens her face. “Blue eyes catch my hand! I bite him! And red blood on his car tattoo, and—” “Shut up!” I take out my phone and log in to my hack site. The image staring at me knocks me ass-first to the ground. Hatred, hot enough to combust me to flames, ignites inside me. KENDRICK MARTINS. Professional car racer: blue eyes, car tattoo, wielding a trophy with a broad smile.

“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.”

“…for a woman who doesn’t even trust or love you.” Damon sighed. If someone else had said those words to him, he probably would have flared up, but Hector wasn't anyone, and he knew his friend was speaking from a point of concern. “That’s why I have to do this, Hector. To redeem myself and prove to her that I am not the same man who failed her before. She deserves more than a monster who only claimed her forcefully…She deserves a partner who will fight for her, even if the whole world stands against it. And I…” his voice faded into pain for a moment before he pulled himself together. “I will not lose her, Hector… Not again.”

Hector closed the door, then asked, “So, how many bullets are we talking this time around? Same as always, ten?” “No, this is going to be a much bigger order,” I replied as I walked around his wall and stared at the pictures on his wall. Hector was the same person who made weapons for Kolton, but he was objective. He didn’t care who made what for whom. As long as he got paid for it, he was game.