My Hermes System Novels & Stories

Alec Explained. He sat back down before I asked, "People? Who are these people?" Alec opened up his iPad and began to say, "You have a head of security, security guards, your personal assistant, and your very own lawyer. However, we are actively interviewing them now. My master is currently interviewing for the head position of your security team. I think he will promote someone from his team. Someone he can trust. Then that person will recruit four other people they trust. My master has already chosen a lawyer from his team to represent you if you so need it. So, all that's left is the personal assistant position which is our responsibility to find."

He throws his head back and laughs which irks me to no end. "What a feisty lass, you are," he murmurs. "I think Desmond would like her. Don't you think so, Ryan?" The other brute named Ryan shrugs a shoulder. "Maybe we should keep her for ourselves instead." Suddenly, Hercules Heath releases my dad who drops to the floor and turns his full attention on me. "You don't have the twenty-five grand, do you?"

He messed up my hair. "Just an advance wife, I'm going to leave now."

I could do this. "The moment I saw you across the room," Hermes said, his voice oily enough to deep fry a turkey. His silver plated teeth caught the chandelier light and flashed so brightly I had to stop myself from flinching. “I said to myself, ‘Surely Olympus has lost one of its own!’” Oh God. I nodded without a smile. No way was I giving him even a flicker of one; he would take it as an invitation. Men like Hermes operated entirely on delusion and bravado, and unfortunately for me, I’d clearly become his muse for the evening.

"Last time?" Natasha noticed the man who resembled her father how his eyes raised a little when she had caught him on that last part. "Nothing," Hermes quickly brushed it off, instantly changing the subject. "You do know where the last Herald is, right?" "I. . ." Natasha faltered. "It's alright," Hermes said, "the less you don't know the better, because she's coming here." "Who is?" "Elektris." "Man, there's no naming system on the Speedverse, huh. . ." Lucas muttered and Natasha nearly chuckled.

My father insist I find and name a queen before the next harvest moon, which only happens twice a year, so I have about 6 months left to find a Queen or my mother will have me matched with a her best friends daughter, her name is Camille, and I definitely do not want that, she was fun to fool around with on occasion but, I can never have a meaningful conversation with her and being able to share interest and value input with my partner is important to me. We are heading first to the Neptune Moon Pack since it’s the furthest from my kingdom and we’ll work our way back. There have been reports about some odd deaths happening for the past few years, they’ve become more frequent in the last coup

A walked towards him. “She is at the back.” he signalled to me. I gave him a thumbs up and walked towards the back of the plaza. After attending to another customer, Emma went to the back of the Plaza to clear her head for a little while. She heard some noise, she guessed the rush hour was here so she breathed out and try to regain her strength so she can go back to her post. Suddenly, the door knob clicked open. Emma thought it was her boss to scold her, she pressed her eye lids tightly shrinking at the thought of being shouted on but it was someone else entirely. Emma waited for a second, no word was uttered. She had to turn around to see who bumped in and there he was. She didn’t recogniz

maybe. ​It wasn't Celeste. ​Every single word I had prepared died right in my throat. ​Hermes walked in. ​His tall, commanding figure loomed in the doorway,he was wearing tailored black trousers and polished black leather shoes, his shirt sleeves rolled carelessly up his forearms to reveal his veins and tense muscle. ​The first two buttons of his shirt were left open. ​His eyes locked onto mine. ​“Princess.”

Hard to tell. He murmured into an earpiece the entire drive, responding in code I wasn’t meant to understand. And it grated on me. Hermes was trying way too hard to keep that part of his life away from me. Finally, we pulled into my neighborhood. I was grateful it was mostly empty, because if anyone saw me stepping out of a luxury vehicle with a man who looked like a mercenary, I’d never hear the end of it. That should have been my only worry—then I saw him.