Holes Hector Zeroni Novels & Stories

Hector says, stepping toward me. “Yep, and he’s got a girlfriend so… this is gonna be awesome,” I grin. “Yeah but Jeremy doesn’t actually like her though. They’ve been together like a month,” Hazel says, dismissively. “Klunk?? Aww fuck. Dude is a total whore,” Hector sighs. I turn back toward where Ana had been and there’s just some shredded clothes. I look out toward the trees to see a tiger sprinting through my woods. It’s a pretty damn cool sight I have to admit.

“Would you have been arrested if you had succeeded in killing us like you planned?” Ezrah asked, and Hector regretted the words he had used previously. Ezrah would not let him off the hook after learning of his intentions. “The same way you planned your escape is how I’ve equally planned ours.” Hector had already arranged for someone to wipe the CCTV footage, so Ezrah would surely do the same. With so much money to hire such efficient professionals, Hector was certain that Ezrah would be able to afford one of the best hackers in the world, unaware that there was one standing right beside Ezrah, and that was Zora.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

"Hi there. Just in time. I'll need a ride to the business district. Can you take me there?" "Certainly, Young Master." replied the driver. "Thanks a lot. By the way, how may I address you?" asked Derek. "My name is Hector, Young Master. I've served the Quinton family as their driver for the last 30 years. I'm honoured to drive you around now Young Master." "Nice to know you, Hector. Oh wait, do you have Owen's number? I forgot to ask him for it. Send me his number and we'll get going."

“I . . . became one of them to survive. My family . . . they refused. And now they’re gone.” I didn’t mean to reveal so much to the hatter. The story simply spooled out of me like a ball of yarn. Perhaps I simply needed to confide in someone, and the hatter was the only one there. He rubbed his chin, as if he were unsure whether he believed me. Finally, he bowed and said, “My name is Hector, ma’am. Hector Humphries.” I hesitated. “Maraina Blackwood.” “You have my condolences for your family, Maraina. I myself lost my brother a few months ago. Cholera.”

And I stared right at him. “What is this hybrid’s name?” Brock turned to me and said, “Zane Drocco.” Jared and I gasped but I kept my composure. Now I feel a strong headache coming on. I felt my back hit a wall and I closed my eyes, trying to process every bit of information as I put all the pieces together. The hybrids, why Elder Zane is so adamant to find and lock up every last hybrid from all packs, the prophecy and the white dragon.

"Word is he's hold up with you lot." Vector arched a brow at this news. "You mean the pissy prospect?" he asked his voice raspy from all his smoking and arguments among his ilk. "Possibly, it's a fish by the name of Darren Hiller," replied Brick unphased by Vec's sorted appearance. Vector smirked and let out a long whistle. Two of his boys brought a trembling and naked man who had been covered from head to toe in blood and bruises as a result of his venturing into Coyote territory.

Even her annoyed expression looked alluring and charming. Darcy felt threatened. She had no good impression of Honey. “Fine. The man’s name is Gunter Powell, from the Powell family of Glowmoss. He’s also the chief instructor of Zion Mercenaries and Glowmoss Foreign Legion.” Honey revealed Gunter’s details to Kaze since it was not a secret. Even if Kaze was not aware of it now, he would soon find out. “The chief instructor of a foreign legion?” Kaze pursed his lips.

Alessandro smiles at me, lifts his head from my legs, and presses a light kiss to my stomach before getting up and putting on some black checkered pajama bottoms but still shirtless and his tattooed chest is exposed, so fucking hot. "Let's go get you some breakfast" He said and I slipped my panties and shorts back on, he stretched his hand out for mine, and as I started to walk, I stumbled a little, which obviously made him grin. "Zio zio!" Enzo yells, clinging onto Alessandro's legs as we enter the kitchen; Alessandro lifts him up and carries him with just one arm. (Italian Translation. Uncle)