Higher Ground Hayden Christensen Novels & Stories

"I have heard stories about you but I really wasn’t expecting to connect with you on such a level. I wasn’t expecting you to listen the way you have and I certainly wasn’t expecting you to understand in the way you do" Hayden leans back on the sofa with both arms spread along the backrest, his fingers moving out to touch the bare skin of Alaska’s back between her shoulder blades. A tiny stroke of the ego is enough for the man to appear to be a king sitting upon his throne. "It just goes to show that not everything you hear is always right" "It has been a pleasant surprise and maybe it is exactly what I needed"

Zayn was surprised when he realized that it was Gordon, asking, “It’s you, Gordon?” Exactly. The person everyone addressed as Mr. Hayes was Gordon Hayes, who was decently famous in Waltz City too. He was not at Sean’s level at any capacity, but he was someone notable. He had also been gradually cleaning up his act and had begun the process to make his businesses as well as assets legal, so you could call him a business person to a certain extent.

My soft whisper rolled out of my tongue and I felt something wet trickle down my cheek. Suddenly, my body radiated with a fiery urge to rip the hunter's head off. Whoever it was! Christian came over and placed a jacket under Helena's head and quickly ran over to me. "Aaron, look. Helena's in pain! She's barely breathing. This sudden urge will need to be kept in control. Fuck! Ae you listening?" I pushed his hand off and my steps grew larger. I reached the hunter who had the courage to climb down the cliff. I reached that damn hunter who fired both arrows and threw him down to the floor.

he says as he pulls me by my waist, and lifts my chin with his index, placing a soft kiss on my lips. His touch always causes sparks on my skin, making a blush creep up on my cheeks as I look into his eyes. I can't help but smile. "Tyler Slate...my favorite Primord of all time." gosh, even her voice is beautiful. I can hear a growl in my head while I try to keep myself composed. He turns towards her voice, undoing our hug and stepping forward towards her, "Hope... My Goddess, look at you? You look just as beautiful as ever. How are you?" he says as he engulfs her in a hug. The gesture fills me with both anger and resentment for some reason.

One Year Later I had no idea that a toddler could move that fast. I am chasing Colton around the backyard. This little guy is quick. He is a year and a half now and growing like a weed. Everly and I got married six months ago, and everything has been great. Leaving him when we went on our honeymoon was hard, but I know he had a blast with his grandparents. He was thrilled when he got a set of golf clubs for Christmas. Dad and Aaron took him golfing when we were on our honeymoon; now, Colton is obsessed with it. He will actually sit there for hours and watch tournaments on tv. I will probably get him some golf lessons in a couple of years. He also loves hockey. That is thanks to Dr

"Hayden, why are you being so weird today? Weren't you the one breathing down my neck to meet my boyfriend?" The second the words left my mouth, it hit me… The one who "tore his way back from Kingsley City" was Dark Hayden. Holy crap! He'd actually baited me! I had to hand it to him—his acting skills had seriously leveled up. He'd been smiling so brightly earlier that he threw me completely off. No wonder he'd been sounding so passive-aggressive this whole time. "Is there anything else?" he asked. I let out a bitter laugh. "If I told you right now that he's actually my cousin, would you even believe me?"

Three months later... Jensen’s POV “Well brother, are you ready for this?” Mike slapped my shoulder as he stood next to me at the altar. I nodded at him and smiled, but inside I was a nervous wreck. The wedding march started and my heart started to race as our friends and family stood. I couldn’t believe myself right now. Here I was, big macho Jensen Daniels falling to pieces at the thought of spending the rest of my life with the most amazing woman I have ever meet. Mike smacked my shoulder again and pointed, as I looked up I locked onto her eyes, and all the nerves faded away. She was absolutely glowing in her simple white dress. Her belly was big with our child and she still looked beauti

7: Two Months Earlier . . . Jim was just putting the weed puller back in his tool shed when he saw the snow-white hair of Father Powers moving between the gravestones. Jim wiped the sweat from his brow as the elderly vicar stepped into view. He was a short man with a ruddy complexion and wild grey eyebrows that sat atop bright brown eyes. He was thickset, with powerful broad shoulders and big rough hands that suited a builder or a boxer better than a man of God.

Troy Hayden was sitting on a rock, chewing loudly as he snacked on what looked like a piece of jerky. I grimaced at the sound, shifting my weight to sit more comfortably on the cold dirt floor of the tunnel. "You're welcome for the clothes," Hayden quipped, "I figured I could offer you one last kindness by not having your balls dragging in the dirt while we wait for, uh, whatever happens." "And what exactly is going to happen?" I asked tersely. Hayden shrugged. "Why are you here, exactly?" I asked, genuinely confused. Hayden was a dumbass, as thick as they come. I found it highly unlikely he had much, if anything, to offer Tasia.