Novel & Cerita Npcs Drew Hayes

He sighed and smiled in regret at not being able to be the man beside her. “Congrats Paige! I will make sure you see your victory and I.....avenge my father!” He laughed as Paige's shadows gradually disappeared from the house. Meanwhile, In Gray's Merchandise. The large black silvered door was pushed open by Hayden who strolled over to the boss's table and hissed. He dropped the files angrily and arranged them chronologically on the table while taking some glances at the moody boss. Hayden palmed himself and shifted his gaze to the boss

A lot of important guests had been invited and rumors have it that one of them was the Alpha Supreme of the BlackThorne pack, Hayes Thorne. I knew who Hayes Thorne was… well, I've heard of him at least. He was one of the two sons of the Alpha King of the werewolf kingdom who ruled a fair share of lands on his own. Hayes Thorne was rumored to be an unforgiving monster who had hundreds of packs at his beck and call and my pack, the Nightshade pack was one of them. I had no idea how Father was able to get the most vicious Alpha to walk the planet Earth to come to my sister’s party. It must have been his manipulative wife’s doing but I didn't care. She had been trying her best to pitch Emma up w

she croaked, crying terribly. I looked hurt, seeing Lilith tear up so badly, but Haynes only laughed at our misery. I wished I could break his head at the moment, or take the gun he tucked under his shirt, and shoot him to death. “What a pathetic love life” he spat. “You can take her,” Haynes shrugged. “I'll get my men to go get the van off the road” he said. I moved over to Lilith gently and untied her hands from the chair, lifting her up.

Alexander Hayes pulled back, tears streaming down his face as he gazed at her intently. This strong and resilient individual had experienced a profound emotional breakdown, reaching the depths of their humanity. Despite the devastation, they were able to rediscover the fragments of their being. Her feet made contact with the floor once more, his towering stature a full eighteen inches above her. The familiar creature I once knew as Hayes had vanished. He regained his sense of humanity. "What's the matter?" Hayes's voice was filled with emotion, trembling with each syllable. His fingers, gentle and cautious, delicately traced the scar before tenderly brushing her cheek with his thumb. "What h

Before I could even think of a response, Hayes appeared at my side, his smile tight and dangerous. "She's with me," Hayes said, voice deceptively pleasant but edged with steel. The blonde guy raised his hands in surrender, smirking. "No offense, man. Just admiring the scenery." Hayes didn’t say another word... just stared the guy down until he backed away, muttering under his breath. Once the guy was gone, Hayes pulled me closer. "Stay near me," he murmured. "Don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea." I nodded, even though the wrong idea was already tangled up inside me... wrong feelings, wrong desires, wrong man.

Hayes turned to face me, his eyes turning from angry to cold. “Listen carefully, Bianca," Hayes warned coldly, staring deep into my eyes like he would rip out my heart in a blink. "If you think you can simply back out now, you're gravely mistaken. I'll ensure that your life becomes a never-ending nightmare, filled with regrets for ever crossing paths with me. You can't just parade me in front of the world and then opt out without consequences."

" I blinked rapidly. Tears were already rolling down my cheeks, and i was trying to control it. Because that was not a time to cry. I looked at Hayes, but he was looking at Ronan now not me. Suddenly, there was a crack. Everyone jumped. The wooden arm of Hayes chair had snapped. Hayes looked down at the broken wood, then slowly looked up. His eyes... They were glowing again, it was silver this time, not crimson. But it was beautiful. Then he looked directly at Ronan. And asked— “You made a bet on my mate?”

red. Hayden was startled when he heard a loud thump; he turned his head, worried that it was Jefferson. Jasper was still crying while hugging himself. Hayden stroked his hair slowly before he walked towards Mr. Red's subordinate, whose leg was stabbed with a knife. Hayden stared at him intently; without warning, he pulled the knife out, blood gushing from the wound. He glanced at Jefferson, who was panting, then came towards him with the knife in his hand.

“I spoke. I believe that if speech is enough to undo him, perhaps he should sit this night out.” Hayes slams a fist into the dirt and snarls, “I’m going to kill you, you slimy fucker!” “No,” Than barks at Hayes. “You’re going to stay on the ground until I decide you can stand.” Tate looks between them, at me and back at his brother. “Hayes, this is insane. We should leave, seriously, right now, before this shit turns into a body count.” “We’re not leaving,” Hayes rasps.

God, the progress feels incredible. After a long, cold shower, I settle on the couch in front of the TV with my plate. A news anchor on the financial channel reports that Hayes Group is teetering on the edge. This week, their stock ticked up just enough for desperate investors to believe the empire might survive after all. I take a bite of my food, staring at the screen, and mutter under my breath, "You wish."