Loren Hale Novels & Stories

Delanie said. We all heard slow claps from somewhere but couldn't find anybody or where the clap was coming from. We then heard laughter like that of a witch. "Helen..." Denver whispered. "Who is Helen?" I asked. "She is the most wicked of all witches known to exist." Kyle answered. "What the fuck does she want here then?" Delanie asked. "How are we supposed to know?" Kyle said. We all kept looking around and above us as she started to laugh. "Show your face Helen!" Denver shouted.

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

She had just joined the pack not long ago and this was the first time she met the alpha. "Alpha, it is our luna. She suddenly fainted in her room." The healer said in a slow voice that almost sounded like a whisper. "What did you just say?" Mark asked. "The luna, she fainted in her room and now we are asking you to go and take a look." The healer said. “Healer Sean is giving her a checkup. They asked me to come and inform you.” "What am I supposed to do? It is not like I can cure her. Why don't you do your job and stop wasting time? I will come and see her once she is awake?" Mark asked in an annoyed tone.

Alexandra murmurs. "Hey it's not my fault, I always slay!" Trisha says. "Yeah, it's not your fault. But you always put in the effort!" Kenzy says. "Kenz!" Trisha glares. "So, who is going for Hallel College's reunion?" Kenzy asks ready to hear their opinions. "Am not going. I heard someone died during one of there parties. And they haven't found a lead to what actually happened!" Alexandra says.

He looked like a storm trying not to destroy everything around it. And then I walked into the lion’s den. Bright lights burned against my skin as I sat opposite the host, Vanessa Reeve — a woman whose smile could slice glass. Her crimson dress glimmered beneath the lights, and her perfume, sharp and floral, clawed at my throat. “Welcome, everyone,” she began, her voice dripping with polished confidence. “Today, we have with us the woman the world cannot stop talking about — Maya Hale. The human at the center of the most controversial love story of the decade.”

“Hale is an herbalist, Knox. She gave me teas made from her grandmother’s old-world recipes. She has full access to this house. Of course it traces back to the housekeeper’s garden. It’s a frame job. Hale can do things no one else can. She might be a succubus, or a witch, or I don’t know… maybe even our Eastern spy.” I sound crazy. I can see it in the way his eyes snap to mine. I must look completely out of it, eyes wide, breathless with every new theory, much like how Marjorie had seemed down in the cell. But I am absolutely desperate for him to believe me. Knox stays completely still, nothing moving but his eyes. They look past me, back toward the closed doors of the main floor where there

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.

She felt the cold drop through her before she understood exactly why. Lilly Hale didn't ask to meet people. Everyone at Durman Academy knew that. Everyone on Birchwood Drive knew it. The woman who'd built the Hale-Draven Group from a single consulting firm into something that made governments pay attention — she didn't ask to meet seventeen-year-old scholarship students unless she had a reason. Lena looked at the text. She thought about what reason that might be. She thought about Adrian's face at dinner, the laughter, the garlic argument, the hand over hers at the hedge.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

The host sat down across from them, notes in her lap. “Welcome to today’s special segment,” she said, voice bright for the cameras. “We’re joined by Marcus Hale, CEO of Hale Global Properties, and Lila Monroe, the woman who has everyone talking. Lila, Marcus, thank you for being here. Let’s start with the obvious question everyone is asking after those gala photos.” She leaned forward, smile still in place. “How exactly did the two of you meet… and what does Tyler Hale think about his ex-girlfriend now dating his own father?”