Hector Tangled Novels & Stories

Orchid suffered the most as she had several cuts on her arms and her blood tainted her clothes red. “Haha! We know that he’s good, so we prepared a lot of people for him. This is a continuous battle, mind you, so we plan to tire him out!” Hector laughed. “This guy killed so many of our Green Sky Hall’s masters, thus today’s the day he meets his end!” Hector smirked as he continued to speak, “After we kill Fane, we’ll slowly torture his wife and this young lady here. We’ll be sure to treat his family with special care!”

he said, holding up a vibrant drawing of what she assumed was a superhero. She crouched down beside him, smiling. “That’s amazing, Thomas. You’re getting so good at this.” He beamed, his pride infectious. Elena found herself genuinely smiling, the day’s tension momentarily forgotten. “You think so?” he asked eagerly. “Definitely,” she assured him, ruffling his hair. Alex appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. His expression was softer now, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Hector hung up abruptly and dialed another number. Shortly after, the call was answered. Hector ordered coldly, "Kill Alan." "Mr. Hendrix? Did Alan do something wrong?" Elvira asked in astonishment. "I don't need an idiot who exposes me and refuses to follow my orders!" Hector snapped. Elvira said, "Understood, sir!" - Meanwhile, Tyler smirked in front of his laptop. Axel smiled and congratulated, "Well done on hacking into the opposing party's computer, Ty. You're faster than me this time."

Hector’s smile had not budged since we got up, but his eyes shifted to something all of a sudden his mouth compressed into a hard line. I didn’t know what he was looking at, but I found out soon enough when he reached forward to take a lock of my hair that he ran between his fingers. My eyes widened as soon as I realized why he had been frowning. The lock of hair he was holding onto was silver, and several moments passed before I reconciled it as belonging to me. “Just this lock changed,” Hector said by way of explanation when I grabbed a handful of hair to study. He was right—every other strand was the same shade of red it had been my entire life.

His hesitantly brings his fingers to my tattoo, his touch ghosting over my skin. I scrutinize the tattooed letters on his fingers. A, M, L, R, O. They don't spell anything but here I am, telling myself that they probably stand for something. He's barely touching me but my entire body is on fire, I want his touch so bad it hurts my chest. I feel like I'm trapped in a small box and I can't breathe or move or think. Our eyes lock and I realize that we're both panting, chests heaving, fucking electrifying.