Hector Tangled Novels & Stories

he replied, gently stroking her tangled hair. "That reminds me, I have something that might cheer you up," Clayton said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Camden, fatigued by the emotional rollercoaster, pleaded, "Clayton, no more gifts, please..." However, he surprised her by pulling a hairbrush and detangler spray from the shopping bag he had brought. "Uh... Do you consider shampoo a gift?" he asked with a puzzled look. A wave of relief washed over Camden as she realized the thoughtfulness of his gesture. "You're a Godsend," she sighed with gratitude. Clayton settled himself on the bed behind her, gently working through the tangles in her hair. With careful hands, he applied the det

" I mean it's still frizzy but the ponytail brings out her huge ass forehead more." I scowled, planning to murder him before his sister does. As my mind swim with ideas on how to kill Kaleb, Katrina being so fucking observant today crouched and picked up something. That something happened to be the scrunchie I had in my hair. "Here, I think you dropped this." She said, giving it to me. Not thinking, I took it and with a glare started to put my hair back into a ponytail, only to soon regret it when Mira's voice screeched. " Is that a hickey on your neck?!"

The bass thumped through the crowded mansion like a second heartbeat, but Elena Voss felt hers stuttering in her throat. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across designer dresses and tailored suits, while laughter sliced through the air like shards of glass. This was supposed to be a celebration. Richard Hale’s latest business triumph but for Elena, it felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of wolves.

She was not twelve years old. That fact had been abundantly clear to the pack of idiots loitering near the front steps when Leo pulled up to the curb. Three of them. Maybe four. I'd stopped counting when the tallest one—some lanky kid with the audacity of someone who'd never once had his jaw broken—had let his gaze drag over Hazel like she was something on a menu. I'd felt my hands ball into fists against my thighs. I'd felt something dark and territorial claw its way up through my chest, something I had no rational claim to, no sane justification for.

“I thought you were an analyst. I watched you cross the street and wondered if I’d ever see you again.” Isolde smiled into her tea. “I remember the shoes. I hated them.” He walked to her slowly. “You were never invisible.” Her voice lowered. “You were never untouchable.” They stood in the living room now barefoot, quiet, clean light washing over them. He reached toward the ribbon at her throat. Still red. Still knotted. He touched it gently. “Can I?” She nodded. He untied it. The scar was still there beneath her collarbone. A faint crescent. Not from Velvet. From ballet. From trying too hard to be perfect.

“Cassie, you literally screamed and hid under the blanket during the last twenty minutes.” Cassie waved a dismissive hand. “That was one time!” I snickered. “And you screamed so loud the neighbors banged on the wall.” Cassie crossed her arms. “Okay, fine. Maybe Hereditary was a little intense. Let’s go for something less terrifying this time.” Mica arched a brow. “Like what?” Cassie tapped her chin, pretending to think. Then her face lit up mischievously. “Oh! Let’s watch The Conjuring.”

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.

I can’t even move a fucking muscle. Carlo. That stupidly gorgeous bastard. His shirt is slightly open, tattoos on full display, hair slicked perfectly to the side, fucking polished from head to toe like he belongs in a mafia fantasy. His head’s down, so he hasn’t seen us yet, but I can’t breathe. My heart? That bitch’s doing backflips. I feel like I’m about to puke. What the hell is he doing here? Part of me wants to run into his arms. The other part wants to slam a wrench across his fucking face.

The king’s face contorted into a look of pain and agony as he stared down at me, his hands coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear so that my spine straightened and my core tingled from his touch. “Nola,” Hector breathed, his jade-green eyes searching mine desperately as he shook his mane of white-blonde hair, the thick arch of his brows lifting in shock. “I never knew this was how you felt Nola, you're, impossible to read when you’re not running your mouth” He whispered, his breath warming my face before he chuckled bitterly, his fingers that had been playing in my hair now worked its way up to fist my short black locks. “Hevtor I-” I started, grounding to a halt when he brushed hi

And right now, the long wait is over – for Hector finally finished his training with Tamika. “This might not be a good idea. Hector just finished his trainings.” Hera commented with pure concern in her voice. Hunter groaned at that. They were already in front of the mansion – waiting for Hector’s arrival. Everything was set, and everyone in the pack was already there. Leila and Myrtle were playing with the kids with Elder Howard. “We must trust him, Mom. Besides, Tamika said that he was all good.” He said – opposing her. Hera glared at her son.