Hector Tangled Novels & Stories

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 saw the name ‘Persephone’ before. I thought it was a myth, a code. I didn’t know it was… you.” “I didn’t either,” Isolde said. Her voice was raw. “But it explains everything. They weren’t just targeting girls. They were casting roles.” A ping echoed from the terminal. Penelope turned the screen toward them. A document opened: ComposerDirective-42-VZ.p*f Isolde leaned in and read aloud the title: “Final Curation: Persephone’s Descent” She scrolled further. Subject Status: Untouched Scheduled Engagement: TBA Zurich / Tier-Red

“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.”

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.

After almost six years, Zayn had already grown up to be a young man, and he was almost 170 meters tall, so it was only natural that Hector did not recognize Zayn. However, Zayn could recognize Hector in an instant, the man who had almost killed Zayn’s whole family. Hector did not change much, but he looked much more decent compared to the past. The child that Hector was carrying in his arms seemed to be more than one year old, but the gender of the child could not be distinguished. Hector was carrying the child and was sitting on the swing, and the child giggled happily.

Scarlett heaves him over, causing him to tumble head first on the ground. “Who the f*ck are you?” She growls. Hector is about to kick her but she grabs his foot and twists it. He cries in pain and Scarlett kicks him in the stomach. Hector didn’t expect Scarlett to be so well-trained and is now fighting to escape. He grabs the fallen bowl and throws it at her.

Charlotte suddenly jumped in. "Hector, don't scare her." Her voice wavered, just a little. Hector finally let go. He motioned her over and pulled her into his arms, way too gently. "Charlotte, are you happy now?" She glanced at Tiffany but didn't answer. Hector let out a cold laugh. "Tiffany, if Charlotte's upset, then I'm upset. And if I'm upset, you don't get to be happy either."

With all instructions issued, the sky outside was already beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn. After I finished issuing all the commands, it was nearly dawn. I managed to steal a brief hour of rest before heading to the island where the wedding was to take place. I had only just emerged from the dressing room, freshly attired in my custom tuxedo, when a powerful grip suddenly clamped down on my arm. "Just what in the world do you think you're doing, Finn?" Dorothy demanded. "Do you have any idea how much irreversible damage your childish tantrum has caused?"