Holes Hector Zeroni Novels & Stories

Valerie: I frowned as the pilot walked out of the cockpit again, calling for Dante. He shook his head in question, knowing that there was no point in actually him saying anything inside that room alone. All the wolves could hear him anyway, and if it was about me, he knew that being a huntress, though not as strong as theirs, my hearing was sensitive enough to pick up what they said inside that room. “We were given permission to land,” he said, and Dante raised an eyebrow just as Alessandro’s phone rang. “Cartel Donatello delivers his salutations to Mr. Alessandro.”

“I want to know everything.” Back in the Archives, the decoding system chimed softly, and a name appeared on the screen: Niccolo Ferrand. Elona’s eyes narrowed. Niccolo was a former Zheron operative, presumed dead after a mission gone awry. Victor reappeared, his expression grim. “Niccolo was reported dead years ago. If he’s involved, it means someone is keeping him hidden.” Elona nodded, her mind racing. “Or he’s a puppet for someone bigger.” Victor frowned. “Do you suspect Adrian?”

“Family issues? I saw you on the news with your wife,and I almost died of laughter.What about that movie star you liked–what's her name…Selene” “I think it's about time we got to the point.”I say firmly. “Did Dominic Torchelli come to you or not?” “Don't rush me.”Hector says,blowing a fog in my face. I look deep,very deep in my soul for the will to appear calm. I didn't want to flip out my frustrations on him,I couldn't afford to have more dead men lying around in this state. “I don't have all the time in the world Hector.”

"Done. It's a black helicopter, registered under Eric Bradley of EB Jets at Townsville." "It's Lorraine, and the Kartel. Ivy, is there anyway you can impress on the military's radar as a friendly unit?" asked Tanya. "Already on it, Tanya." replied Ivy. ----------------------------------- Back in the Phoenix Bunker, Hector was recuperating in the medical wing. Despite being seemingly proven innocent, the Quintons and Smiths were not taking any chances. Hector was under constant watch by the Smiths, with Mason, Steph, Madison, Nick, Chloe and Juri rotating among themselves to keep watch.

Hector answered simply, "Within two weeks in the hospital, with all those poking and prodding, she had a miscarriage. It was way too much for her. She lost the baby at five weeks." "What!? That's a lie. Algro, that wolfhunter we put in charge of keeping an eye on her told us that the pregnancy stayed even though Hazel Smith was traumatized. He kept the Facility updated for eleven good years before we stopped hearing from him—" "I killed Algro a week after I ran away with Hazel." Hector interrupted easily, "That was his second day on the job the Facility gave him. I noticed we had a tail, so I killed him before he spilled the beans about me to the Facility. I was the one that kept feeding the

I nod to Zane, giving my approval for him to follow Dad’s command. It doesn’t take long for Hector to be escorted to the office, 4 of my warriors and Zane remaining with him. His dark thunderous aura is strong enough to almost shake the corridor walls. What’s his problem now… As the office door bursts open, a demonic growl leaves Hector before I am thrusted against the wall, my throat held tightly in his hands. I push him off me, only for him to turn me and pin the side of my face against the wall…his lips at my ear.

His knuckles turn white as he grips the arm of his chair, his breathing shallow, and I know exactly why. “Monroe?” his voice is barely above a whisper, but the way he says it—like the name alone is enough to tear him apart—makes my heart sink. Nero’s face hardens, and I know he’s putting the pieces together, same as me. Zane Monroe. Orion’s mate. The one who rejected him. The one who was supposed to be fucking dead. “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. “It’s him, isn’t it?” Orion shakes his head, like he’s trying to clear the fog of disbelief. “I don’t understand. Why would Zane—why would he be mixed up in something like this? He was a Beta, just like me, not a fucking human!”

My gazed lowered and Motherfuc — He had his dick pierced! There was a shiny metal on the tip of his dick and man was his dick looking like a monster. I felt him twitch a little under my riveted gaze but then he walked up and covered his body. “What the fuck were you thinking?” Zane growled at me in anger; as he adjusted the sheet on his body to cover it. But what the holy fuck did I just see? The shiny metal on his was driving my mind crazy even though I was hurt really bad, not too long ago.

His voice rose a little bit at the end. “She wanted to bring them down. Take Oran down. All she wanted to do was fight and I was done fighting.” “She left you…” Hector didn’t say anything for a while. “I spent some time in India. Worked as a cook. Then hopped around Egypt. No ID, no phone, nothing. I just was a nomad really. Managed to get my hands on a less than authentic passport and after doing a couple of smuggling jobs for the local vampires, I made enough to fly back.”