Hector Rendon Novels & Stories

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

Hector asks, a tall man with dark hair and dark eyes. He stands nonchalantly, looking between the men as he sips on his whiskey. His deep voice vibrates as he closes his eyes, "None. I'll sit this one out. My eyes are on a higher bet." he says, making Hector and Noah exchange glances, with a smirk. Surely, he was talking about the long dark-haired beauty they had just captured. She was quiet and refused to eat a single bite since the day they brought her, making her the perfect price for a dominant alpha like him.

I will not wrap him in a shroud, no - we will witness the Gods claiming his body as it gets purified by fire and the scent of cedar and pine. After I am done placing him on the pyre, the women step forward to cover his body with the leaves and branches of the cedar tree. “Alpha Creed,” I hear as I step back and see Alpha Ryker step forward. His eyes flash crimson, but not the type of crimson I am used to - there are literal flames in his eyes. “Who - what are you?” I find myself saying, and he chuckles. “I am the one who will lead your father’s human soul to the other side. Your mother has already found his immortal spirit and guided him home to their shared plain, but I am the one in charge

"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."

“His dad needs him back in Mexico. He said he’s going to be away for at least a few months. We still need to pay the bills that’s why I’m going to get this job no matter what.” Hearing that Hector’s going away for a while made me ecstatic but that happy feeling almost immediately faded away when I realized this might be the time Dondozzo’s going to show up after a long time of absence. I haven’t seen that fat man in like forever and I thought I would never see him again but I could be wrong. Now that Hector’s going to away for some time, my mom could get really bored and she might call her other boyfriend which sucked because that guy’s a glutton and his words stab like a sharp knife.

“I would stand back if you’re going to watch. We are starting soon.” “I’m Ren’s assistant,” I tell him. He looks visibly surprised, tugging his glove off his hand to shake mine. He looks boyishly handsome. He has shimmering blonde hair that glows under the midday sunlight. No wonder the girls have been gushing. Especially with his warm brown eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Nik, I’m the manager of this lot,” he tells me, motioning over his shoulder at the others who seem unfazed at my presence.

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

They briefly swept over her trembling body while she kept her hands wrapped around her body to try and cover her half-exposed self in a torn dress. "He didn't- I'm still- " she quickly began to explain, trying to communicate that she was still a virgin, hoping it would help to placate the storm in his entire demeanor but his fiery gaze shifted, landing on a cowering Reuben who had lifted his hands in surrender, backing away as Donovan stared at him. Fidelis hurried over to her side, removing his jacket and covering her with it. "You bastard." Fidelis cursed at Reuben before returning his attention to Boma.

Alecia lowered her gaze and peeked at him from under lashes. The rest of the men whispered around him, and for some reason she could not understand, Alecia felt a blush heat her cheeks. All around her, everyone seemed to be gravitating towards the man who had stepped in He shouted out a line from the song with the rest of the crowd chanted, his untucked blue dress shirt flopped with his movements. His lips moved in a smooth, elegant rhythm. “Who’s that?” she asked Helen. "That’s the Alpha himself, Ryder Hendrix. future senator of California,” she said, rolling her eyes.