Hershel Jr Twd Novels & Stories

Earnest’s arm was slung comfortably around my shoulders, pulling me close against his side, his presence a warm, solid anchor. “Look,” he whispered, his voice a low murmur that vibrated against my ear. He pointed a finger towards the sky, where a particularly bright cluster of stars had begun to emerge. “That’s the constellation Orion. My grandfather used to tell me stories about it. He said it was a hunter, always chasing something.” I leaned my head against his shoulder, gazing up at the celestial display. “And what do you think he’s chasing?” I asked, a soft smile playing on my lips.

“Qué cojones. Why isn’t she picking up?” Lola’s voice was tinged with frustration as she rang her friend’s phone for the umpteenth time. Just as she began to think her signal in the elevator was too weak to place a call through, an annoyingly loud teenager proved her wrong, walking into the large steel box on the seventh floor while watching I*******m reels on his phone, which was connected to a small Bluetooth speaker dangling from his hip as he pushed the button for the 10th floor.

The private jet touched down at the city’s secondary airfield at midnight. Rain lashed against the windows, a familiar welcome to a place that had tried to kill us. We weren't the same people who had fled. Lucian was now the CEO of Ares Global, a security and tech giant that had appeared out of nowhere. I was his Chief Creative Officer, known to the world only as "V." As we stepped onto the tarmac, Marcus was waiting with a fleet of armored SUVs. He looked older, more scarred, but his salute to Lucian was as crisp as ever.

"What's the big deal?" "The big deal," I took a sharp breath, "is that this is closed practice." He glanced up, noticing me for the first time since he walked in, then his smirk widened. "Oh, look. The babysitter has opinions." Troy and Rex snickered. "Get out!" "Make me," Madison challenged. "I'm not talking to you." I stood up, my chair scraping against the floor. "I'm talking to them. Your entourage needs to leave. Now."

He was ostentatious and strange, but likeable enough. After she had eaten her fill and he had cleaned up, Hershel announced that it was time for him to leave for the night and that he would be back the next day to see her again. For the first time since her arrival, Allie found herself smiling an uncomplicated smile and agreeing with pleasure. She was looking forward to unpacking the weirdness that was her new handler. She would bet every last one of Jay's dollars that there was a story behind Hershel and that it was a heartbreaker. Somehow she knew there was a reason for him belonging to Jay's inner circle where so few entered.

“God, Javier. You didn’t have to go through so much effort to make something up.” The two of them returned to their new office, and Jade went back to trying to learn the ropes while Javier invited Herschel to smoke a cigarette downstairs. As their small talk went on, a cacophony of revving car engines blared through the air before a striking yellow Ford Mustang entered their field of vision. “She’s beautiful. 5.0 L 480 HP V 8 engine? Sweet,” Herschel remarked.

However, he knew better than to go against his lover’s words… With that, he snapped a photo of himself before sending it to Xavia under the caption of, ‘Got a good night’s rest. I’m heading to the hospital now, so sleep tight. Make sure to say goodnight to Maison and Yulia for me.’ Following that, he drove off to the hospital… At the time, Hershel was still in the ward, saying, “I know you’re kind, but you really need to think about Zivon’s future, Wendy… Talk some sense into him so that our family can be happy together…”