Loren Hale Novels & Stories

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.

Mystery Woman in Red: Sources Say She's Family She clicked one article. Skimmed it quickly. Damian Cross was photographed at Mercato with Aria Hale, younger sister of his ex wife Cassandra Hale . Sources confirm Aria Hale has been staying at Cross's residence. The timeline of their relationship remains unclear, but speculation is rampant... There were hundreds of articles. Thousands of comments underneath. Theories about when it started, why it happened, what it meant. Some people defended her—"we don't know the story"—but most had already decided what she was.

RHEA “We’re here with Elara Hale—Head Designer of the wildly popular Wardrobe and wife of CEO Victor Hale. One half of New York’s favourite power couple. This week’s NYFW lineup has cemented Wardrobe as the most influential fashion brand in the world. When Wardrobe began, did you ever imagine reaching this level?”

I stood behind her so that they would have a full view of her; after all, she was the Luna. “On behalf of the alpha, I want to specially welcome you all to our pack, Axelland,” Lyra said warmly, her voice carrying authority yet kindness. “Most of you know me as I have been with you for the past year. But for those who don’t know me, my name is Lyra. I am Damien’s mate, and this is Denise, his sister. He has been incredibly busy, but he extends his wishes and says he will come and see you when he has the time.”

Now he got married to a middle aged millionaire and most probably got here as her plus one. Noah stepped half in front of me, voice low and dangerous. “Walk away.” Mace’s eyes flicked to him, then back to me. “Still need three men to fight your battles, huh? Pathetic.” I opened my mouth to answer but a soft voice cut through. “Darcelle Vance?” I turned. An older woman in her late sixties with her silver hair in an elegant chignon, navy gown, pearl earrings stood smiling warmly. I recognized her instantly. It was Margaret Hale, founder of Hale Global Logistics.

Even with the dim light, she could still recognized the woman riding Alex. Daniella Salmon, a B-list actress in the same agency as her. An actress with a popularity rate of over two million fans. A two-face b*tch with a fake Goddess personality. Her senior in Hale Entertainment Industry, a tier 5 company owned by Alex Hale's family in Florida Metropolitan. Without a second thought, Lynette started taking videos of the scene, something she only sees on p**n site. “Hmmm…Dani…“ Lynette heard Alex groaning while whispering hoarsely, trembling as his climax surged through him.

At the back of the group, Lyra Hale rolled her eyes. She was fifteen. She had the Hale grey eyes and the Thorne dark hair. She was wearing a school uniform that had a tear in the sleeve—a souvenir from the girls in the upper-sector academy who liked to remind her that being a "Historical Hale" didn't mean she had credits today. While the group was distracted by the hologram of Oryn (labeled: Unknown Bodyguard), Lyra slipped away. She ducked under the velvet rope. She ran toward the South Quadrant.

I had finished cleaning the kitchen, under the guidance of Margaret. She was an Omega and an elderly servant, whom to my knowledge, was Hawthorne's most trusted maid. She had decided to help relieve me of some duties and had sent some maids to replace me. “Take a break, Aurora. You will need it.” She said as she gave me a look of pity. She knew, they are knew that I’ve become Killeen’s new sex toy. However, I refused. “Don’t worry. I will take my break, when I clean the Alpha’s room.” I informed her and hesitantly, she nodded and I headed toward Hawthorne's room.