Hector Tangled Novels & Stories

A gush of wind blew past forming what looked like a mild tornado, the skies darkened further throwing the area in array and a voice came mocking, "Well good to see you again mother." And a loud shriek followed as long blonde hair swished past me and a woman looking identical to Amara threw Hector off me before pulling Helena down tumbling down the hills as her screams filled the air.

"Alright, I guess we’re watching The Waiting Place tonight." Aaron whooped, throwing an arm around her neck in a spontaneous hug. "You’re going to love it!" he promised, his voice brimming with confidence. Intrigued, Lila turned the DVD over, reading the summary on the back. “When a sudden blizzard separates young siblings Elara and Finn from their mother, they stumble into a hidden world beyond the snowdrifts. This magical land, bursting with vibrant colors and fantastical creatures, is home to the Horts, a kind and quirky race of three-foot-tall beings. The Horts, touched by the children’s plight, vow to help them find their way back to their mother. Thus begins an extraordinary adventure

I moved over to each of them, gently shaking them to wake up. Just as expected, they were more than happy to go off to get their teeth brushed and their hair, ready for the morning run. "Are we doing cardio at the gym?" Karla tugged my hand. "Hailey thinks we're having a spa later, is that right?" There were lots of questions even I didn't get answers to d I couldn't build their hopes just to have them burn later. "How about we ask Ms. Banks later?" I managed softly, helping the skinny little one who looked way younger than her twelve years of age get her hair brushed.

This is it. Taking a deep breath, she subtly adjusted her evening attire, ensuring she looked her best. It was time to make her move. As if sensing her presence, Wyatt's gaze suddenly drifted towards her. He was donned in a tailored black tuxedo that hugged his broad shoulders and accentuated his tall and well-built physique. The jacket was expertly cut, with a slim silhouette that emphasized his confident stance. Wyatt was handsome.

Instantly, she shook her head as she guessed that Blaze had once again showed his lack of ingenuity with such an ordinary name for a beautiful building. The man in front of Tessy noisily cleared his throat, in order to gain the attention of the girl who was now admiring the lobby. While he enjoyed taking new tenants on tours around the condo, he wasn't in the mood for it that evening. He was eager to go home and meet his mother, who had developed cancer and needed to be taken care of. Meanwhile, Tessy seemed to regain herself and handed him a red card. "I'm here to see Blaze. Blaze Colt."

He acted out the strangling of his neck to indicate what would happen. “That man has suffered his share of torture. The master has ordered for him to be released after receiving the ransom money.” Torture on Sky? He felt a prick in his chest followed by heaviness overcome him. It was something he didn’t wish to know the details of. But maintaining his deception, he remained indifferent, bottling up his worries from being recognised by the bearded man. “My comrade.. I’m concerned…”

Little hiccups. “I’ll be right back,” Hector said. He went to the bathroom and pulled a towel from the linen closet. It was big and soft, the one he likes using. When he came back, she hadn’t moved. He knelt in front of her on the rug. “Can I?” he asked, holding up the towel. She nodded. He started with her hair. Gently. He blotted first, then rubbed in slow circles. She flinched at first, then relaxed.

My hair was swept back, my heels were too high, and every eye followed me when I walked in. Including his. Dominic stood near the bar in a black tuxedo, talking to a board member. He didn’t approach. He didn’t wave. But his stare burned into me like a promise. And then Rafael walked up. Tall. Bronze-skinned. With a Spanish accent that could melt glaciers and a smile like sin. “Lana Lane,” he said, offering his hand with a sly grin. “Dominic’s intern, yes?” “I’m not an intern,” I replied.

he stated. "Yes, I remember that day. It was me, Hector. I was six years old back then when I saw a wolf in the woods. I tried to help the wounded wolf. My parents came to look for me and the wolf ran away from me," I laughed thinking it was him. He hugged me. "We were really meant to be Luna," he said. I hugged him back, his embrace was comforting. It calms my nerves. If only we can stay this way forever. His uncle Emmanuel came in. Hector tried to stand to welcome his uncle.

His jaw clenched, and he deliberately turned away from me. My stomach dropped. Around me, pack members began to notice the tension, the electric energy that always accompanied a new mating. Whispers rippled through the crowd as they followed Hunter's previous gaze to where I stood, frozen in shock and growing dread. Alpha Marcus Blackwood called for attention, his commanding voice silencing the murmurs. "Tonight, we celebrate not only our monthly gathering but also the eighteenth birthday of Tara McKenzie." His weathered face smiled in my direction. "May the Moon Goddess bless you with your mate, young one."