Hector Tangled Novels & Stories

"Maverick Wright. Scarlett’s husband has updated the security system. Moreover, all the warriors are already on alert. They can mind link me or Lia at any moment." That man had some extraordinary talent. "Let’s go. They must be waiting." I said. Glancing over at Moana for one last time, I teleported from there with Theodore. * #TBC

He knocks me up and he wants to sleep his way through the women outside? Immediately Jane drives into the compound, I open my door and jump out, heading for the door while Jane calls after me to wait. At first, I was just sad, but somewhere along that trip from the restaurant to the house, I’m filled with total fury. His nerve to do that. The first thing that gets the effect of my anger is the stuffed toy he got me as a joke on our date. I pick it up and rip its head off the rest of the body. Jane comes in to that shearing sound and I can see how terrified she looks to see me like this.

Knight’s calendar. When I reached my block, I'm bone tired. I just want to wash away the subway smells off me and lay in my bed. As I reach my floor, I can hear the song 'Hello, is it me you're looking for' playing. I turned at the stairs to see a guy clad in a towel leaning against the half-closed door. ' hey babe, want to join me?', he said smilingly. I sigh and roll my eyes. Why me? And no, there is nothing wrong with me or him. Unfortunately, the said guy is my neighbour Richard who is 9-year-old.

I say as I make myself comfortable on the chair opposite his. "What can I offer you?" "Nah, that won't be necessary. I just came to makes certain things clear to you" "I..I hope all is well" "All is not well" "Did something happen to Hazel?" He asks concerned. "No, Hazel's fine" "Alright then. So what's boiling?" "Hazel" "Okay, now I'm confused. Can you please come clear?" "I know it's not my place to tell you all of this but for the sake of my unborn niece or nephew, I'm letting the cat out of the bag"

She stood up so fast her purse nearly slid off her lap, and she threw herself across the rug, launching her entire body straight into my arms. "Big sisss!" she squealed, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck. I caught her effortlessly, my feet shifting slightly on the rug to absorb her weight. A genuine, breathless chuckle bubbled out of my chest as I buried my face into her hair, my arms wrapping securely around her smaller frame. "Baby... how are you? You're squeezing the breath out of me." "I'm okay, I'm okay," Heather gasped, finally pulling back just an inch, her eyes wide as she scanned my face to make sure I was really alright. "I missed you so much."

"You stole it! You and Sterling planned this from the start! She’s sleeping with him, you idiots! She’s opening her legs for the CEO to buy her way back in!" Before he could even get within three feet of me, Caspian materialized like an unmovable wall of iron. Caspian grabbed Hector by the lapels of his tuxedo jacket, his massive hands tightening with a force that instantly cut off the coward's breath. With one fluid, terrifyingly powerful motion, Caspian slammed Hector against the glass wall of the boardroom. The glass groaned under the impact, and Hector let out a pathetic, strangled gasp, his legs dangling a few inches off the floor.

I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. His eyes sparkled like an eager puppy wanting a pat. "I work at my family's company, love racing, don't smoke, drink, or gamble. No messy romantic past either. Selena, is there anything else you'd like to know? Even if it's something more private, I'm open." He shifted closer and closer, but a voice suddenly called out. "What are you two doing?" Snapping out of it, I quickly pulled away, only to see Connor standing there with Vanessa Kruger.

He slices through the paper with slow precision, a subtle tightness in his jaw. Inside, nestled like a secret in a bed of crisp black tissue, is a book. A hardcover. Matte black jacket. White serif font. The Tangled Truth A Novel He freezes. The title registers like a whisper in his bones. Familiar. Haunting. His gaze falls to the author’s name printed below the title in small, elegant script: F. H. His heartbeat falters. He sits down slowly, almost mechanically, and opens the book with careful hands, his fingertips grazing the pages like he’s touching something holy. Each page exhales secrets. Each word unfurls a tether.

"It's about you undermining me. Again." Don Carlo's eyes caught mine as I approached. His face was unreadable-cool, calculating something in the weight of his look made my skin crawl. “And here comes Hera," he remarked, his tone edged with something unspoken. "What are you doing here?” "I thought you might need some help," I said voice steady, even though the tension around us crackled. Aiden laughed bitterly. "Help? From you?" His face twisted into an ugly frown. "I don't need your help, Artemis, I have this under control.”