Loren Hale 소설 & 이야기

“Hale didn't meet me for days, then I heard the news about his death.” “My only friend was gone.” Tears fill his eyes. “I just wanted to confirm that you're really his elder sister, and that's why I sent you to that haunted building.” “You see…I have been investigating Hale's death on my own. The portrait you found was left by me in the art room.” “That shadow was you?” He nods in response. “The girl Hale loves is Lozark Aylestone's illegitimate daughter, Fera.” My heart drops to my stomach. “After Hale's death, she never set foot outside her mansion. She definitely knows something about Hale's death.”

"What kind of broke trash thinks they’re qualified to eat at Mooncrest Pavilion? Do you even know who you’ve offended? Miss Rhodes is Mr. Hale’s precious favorite. You made her unhappy. Just wait and see how Mr. Hale deals with you!" Mr. Hale already had trouble with his legs. After his knee slammed heavily into the ground, he couldn’t get back up. Beads of sweat instantly broke out across his forehead. I rushed forward and shouted sharply, "I’m Lyra Hale. Orion Hale’s wife. These two are Orion Hale’s parents. Open your eyes and look carefully! Get Mr. Hale to the hospital immediately! If anything happens to him, you won’t be able to bear the consequences!"

My name is Selene Hartwell, and before anyone tries to guess how I ended up married to a famous Black semi-pro golfer, I will tell you the truth myself. It started the night I looked across a crowded country club and felt a pull I could not explain. I remember the exact second Harold Whitmore tapped my shoulder and introduced me to Draven Cole.

Julianna POV Principal Johnson’s voice carried through the rebuilt auditorium: “All students involved in the Elven Kingdom conflict… report for magical counseling immediately.” Scott groaned beside me. Lyra muttered, “Yay, forced emotional bleeding.” But we all went. The counseling wing was new white walls, soft glowing lamps, floating ink quills writing patient notes on their own. A gold plaque read: “Dr. Maren Hale — Magical Trauma Specialist.” When I walked in, Dr. Hale looked… normal. Human. Brown hair tied up, thin circular glasses, warm brown eyes. Something in her expression made my shoulders relax.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

He is the youngest Alpha in the Northern province, the golden boy of the Mooncrest college and the ice hockey captain. How I wish he was mine. Fully mine. Unfortunately, he isn't. But soon—in six months time—he would become MINE and I don't have to hid my feelings anymore. My name is Solara Hale, twenty-years-old, wolfless Omega from the Duskwatch Pack—a small pack in the Northern Province— a sophomore student studying Herbs and Herbalife major at the Mooncrest College and a member of the cheerleading team. Lucas smiled and pressed his hand playfully on my face. “Stop looking at me like that, Lara,” he rasped, his voice so smooth that it's stroked my left nipples. He grabbed the base of his

The Hales had organized and hosted this event, so naturally, Jeremy should have had the final say as a heir to the Hale family. Was she a Hale as well? Liam wondered, his mind racing. Just as he was lost in thought, the woman walked over to him, her lips curving into a faint smile. “Hey, I'm Madeleine Hale. It's nice to meet you, Liam Danvers,” she greeted him, her tone self assured and composed

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

“I’m Anna Parker, is this pizza hut I’m talking to?” I smiled at her when she frowned looking at the piece of paper. “Okay,” She said, “I want to have some pizza and it would be great if you could send some over. And of course, I’ll pay you.” She the person behind the phone speak and answered. “Can you send over what my brother asked last time? I’m sure you’ll remember it.” Brett rolled his eyes at her and a chuckle left his lips. “Yes, Uh.. we live in Boston. You can check our address through this phone number.” She said. We just stared at her as she spoke to him and soon we could see her eyes get moist. Brett cursed from beside me and stiffened.