Npcs Drew Hayes Novels & Stories

Justin let out a pained groan. Hayden’s brows knitted, and his lips parted slightly. 'Is this the classic tale of the knight saving the damsel in distress?’ Hayden quickly shakes his head in refusal. ‘But I'm not in distress, and I'm not the female lead. Let's say my eating vinegar boyfriend pulled the evil guy away, hehe!' Hayden snapped out of the messy thoughts pervading his mind. He raised his head to stare at Zenos, crocodile tears pulling in his eyes. He bolted toward Zenos and hugged him tight, ‘his body trembling.’

At the center was the very Alpha of the Crescents Moon Pack, Heartfield Hayes. The other two were fast to walk straight up to the throne, but Alpha Hayes himself walked slowly, looking both to his right and his left at his people who stood. He almost sized them up, but it was a smile, satisfactory to the people. He was so handsome, with a lovely jawline, but his obnoxious character and his words made him ugly to her at that moment, even with his dark red eyes and hair of the same colour, showing a signature of great strength amongst all the officials Alicia had seen so far in the Crescent pack.

“You signed up for it.” Hayes shook his head. “I need a new team.” “No you don’t,” she said. “You’d last five minutes without me.” “…rude.” “Accurate.” She hesitated for half a second, then added, a little quieter— “Just… don’t let me die first, yeah?” Hayes didn’t joke this time. He just nodded once. “Not planning to.” That was enough. No one said anything else about it. “So,” Hayes said after a moment, turning toward the dungeon. “Difficulty.”

Mr Sima explained politely. This was the only meeting where Nathan wasn't his usual cold self. He received reports on things to make his employees happy. Throughout Mr Sima's speech, Nathan had observed a peculiar gaze in Mercedes, which made him upset. Instead of responding to the petition, he turned to the man asked, "You are?" Mr Hayes jumped out of his trance. He hadn't been able to keep his eyes off of Mercedes when he saw her again. She was more stunning than a few days ago. "Mr Hayes of Nodcom but I'm standing in for my cousin, President Yates."

And, my stepmother seems to be digging money. “Is there anything I can do for you, Ms, Basco?” I shook my head. “That’s all, doctor. Thank you for your service.” I smiled at her and turned to the paper again, still couldn’t believe what I was reading. “Anything for you, Hayley…” She smiled at me. “Send my regards to the orphanage. I am glad you already found your family.”

"You should have given me the flash drive." Nick's blood ran cold. Commander Hayes slowly stepped out from behind the trees with dozens of armed mercenaries surrounding him. This time, he was smiling. And standing beside him...was Nick's father. His hands were chained. His face was bruised. But he was alive. Hayes pressed a gun against David Ashford's head. "Now, let's see which one you choose." "Your father..." "...or Ariana."

The world felt soft, pliable, and brimming with possibilities, much like the pastel hues of ‘Misty Meadow’ and ‘Serene Sky’ that now adorned a crumpled piece of paper in my bag. I was sketching in my notebook, lost in the intricate details of a fantasy landscape, when a shadow fell across my page. I glanced up, a polite smile already forming, expecting it to be Maya, my best friend, or perhaps even Earnest, who occasionally surprised me with impromptu visits. The smile froze on my lips. The man standing there was not Maya. And he was most definitely not Earnest.

Hayes growled, his voice a lethal, demonic rumble that vibrated through the very foundation of the building. He slowly released Raymond, who slouched back into his seat, clutching his bleeding face in shock. Hayes turned his head slightly, his pitch-black eyes locking onto mine. He reached down under the table, grabbed my hand with bruising force, and yanked me up to my feet. "We're leaving," Hayes ordered roughly, not looking back at the terrified council as he dragged me behind him.

I knew the law, and I knew how to use it to protect myself. Hayes Group's stock plummeted. In just a few days, the company lost tens of billions in market value. Longtime business partners pulled their investments, and competitors seized the opportunity to strike. I visited Hunter once at the detention center. He wore a prison uniform, his hair cropped short, looking exhausted and haggard. He stared at me through the glass, his eyes bloodshot. "Rose… I was wrong." Those were the first words he said to me. I looked at him. "What exactly were you wrong about?"

She had stood in her black dress beside Simon and looked at Elder Brown and understood that this was a man who organized the world the way Simon organized it, through the specific lens of what things were worth and what they cost and what the accounting came out to. Hayes' version of events would not include Emmanuel Cole. Hayes' version would include Mara. Would include what she had done in this house and why and would arrange the facts in the order that served Hayes' remaining purposes, which at this point were damage and disruption rather than the original corporate prize. Hayes had lost the corporate prize when Mara called Voss. What he had left was the capacity to burn things. He was go