Npcs Drew Hayes Novels & Stories

"Hayden, why are you being so weird today? Weren't you the one breathing down my neck to meet my boyfriend?" The second the words left my mouth, it hit me… The one who "tore his way back from Kingsley City" was Dark Hayden. Holy crap! He'd actually baited me! I had to hand it to him—his acting skills had seriously leveled up. He'd been smiling so brightly earlier that he threw me completely off. No wonder he'd been sounding so passive-aggressive this whole time. "Is there anything else?" he asked. I let out a bitter laugh. "If I told you right now that he's actually my cousin, would you even believe me?"

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

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."

“Do you want me to leave, Phoebe?” She bit her lip, hesitating. “Uhm… honestly, I want you to stay. But Finley seems upset with you, so I’m not sure.” Hayden smirked. “That’s enough for me. Just admit it, Knight—you’re jealous.” I growled in irritation, but Hayden continued casually, “We already made a deal, and I never go back on my word. You can do whatever you want—even if you two mate right in front of me, I won’t complain. As long as I was the first.”

“Then fight for it, but carefully. You’re Rhys Connell. You built an empire from nothing after losing everything once. Figure out how to do this without losing the two women who matter most to you now.” I gave a short nod, the weight in my chest easing just slightly with the confession. Talking it through with Hayes made it feel less like a grenade waiting to explode and more like a problem with moving pieces I could strategize around. My phone buzzed in the drawer. I pulled it out, hoping for Alicia’s name. But it wasn’t, it was a routine message from a service provider. Hayes stood, straightening his jacket. “I’ll keep an eye on the company. You handle your… personal acquisition.” He smirk

This woman, did she know what she was doing? "President Hayes! What's going on? It sounded like there was some noise!" Someone rushed in from the doorway, looking tense. Then, they saw Elena pinning Shaun to the ground. Their usually cold and domineering president was lying there, looking surprisingly vulnerable. This... This... So, President Hayes' preference was actually like this? If the suitors in Heavenly Capital City, who were all trying to act gentle and virtuous, knew about this, they would probably be spitting blood in anger.

Before you proceed with reading, I just want to say: The female lead, Dylanne Hayes, is clinically diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, just like I am. She is an African American, plus-sized woman, 5’5 in height, with chubby cheeks, heavy on top and below. After the accident that killed her parents at age 14, she has been in and out of foster homes. Her brother became blind from the incident. She only became friends with Kim at age 14, when the accident happened and she moved in with her aunt – who couldn’t fend for both her and her brother – so they were placed in foster care. For now, her brother is staying with his foster family, who treat him well, while Dylanne lives alone. The

“Ohas.” Ohas grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Yeah?” Hayden eyed him for a moment before shaking his head. "You’re doing that thing again.” Ohas cocked his head, amused. “What thing?” “The thing where you look at me like a puppy expecting a treat.” Ohas let out a short laugh, stepping closer. “Well,” he murmured, lowering his voice just enough for only Hayden to hear. “I am hoping for a reward later.” Hayden’s grip on his bag tightened.

Hayes was quiet for a long moment. “They hear that the Alpha was not deceived,” she said slowly. “They hear that he saw something difficult and chose to stay and build something from it.” She paused. “That is not instability. That is—” “Exactly,” I said. Hayes looked at me. “She will not use me the way she planned,” she said. “If I tell the whole of it.” “No,” I said. “She will be furious.” “Yes,” I said. Hayes looked at the monitors.