Novel & Cerita Npcs Drew Hayes

Since the day he left her at the mall, she had attempted to contact him, but he had deliberately ignored her. To her impediment, she was not aware that Hayes was acquainted with her arch enemies. So, she hung around and waited for him. “Hayes.” She called out joyously, while Hailey stood beside his car. At once, Hayes, as well as others, looked at the direction of her voice and saw her waiting. Hayes wrinkled his face and looked away. He concentrated on his chat with his friends while he studied the expression on their faces. He was not expecting anything less than what he saw. Then, Ruby asked instantly.

“Ice cream? Chocolates?” Still nothing. Alex, who had followed me inside, stepped forward and lifted him effortlessly. He began speaking to Hayes in that annoyingly gentle, almost witchcraft-like tone of his. I didn’t understand how he did it so easily, especially when his voice was deeper and far more intimidating than mine. “Hayes,” Alex coaxed softly. “What do you want?” “Mama,” Hayes answered him, tears spilling down his cheeks immediately. My throat closed. “Mama?” I echoed. “Mama’s…” I ran a hand through my hair, searching for the right words. “Mama has gone back, huh? She’ll come to greet you soon.”

The look on her face flashed through my head—wide-eyed, shaken—and my cock throbbed painfully. “Fuck.” ★ ★ 《Elena’s POV》 (Three days after the game) “I still can’t believe Hades is your mate,” Elena purred. “But you should talk to him. I’m sure he’s mad and searching.” We were at her house. Hayden was sprawled beside us, busy demolishing a bowl of popcorn. “He’s a player,” I scoffed. “Humph. I don’t want to have anything to do with him.” “He’s going crazy, though,” Hayden spoke up.

What more do you expect from a self-centered slob like Lord Perry? “You’re a smart girl, figure it out” He says calmly, walking out the door easily while I stand dumbfounded. There’s no way I was going to kill Carter as much as he deserved it. I ain’t planning to get my hands dirty. Taking a deep breath, I walk out the door heading for Nisha’s room. Knock! Knock! I give gentle knocks on the door. Nisha opens a while later and beams up as she sees me. “Hailey ” She says happily, pulling me into a warm hug.

This man really is nothing but a constant disappointment. Hayes's crazed orbs found me. He tried to intimidate me with his gaze like he always did before, tried to make me cower, but I didn’t shudder. “Tell him,” he threw the question at me, demanding an instant response. “Tell him that you’re still coming back to me.” Josh grabbed his wrist with more force this time. In a brisk motion, he pulled Hayes's hand away. “She doesn’t have to tell me anything, you delusive sicko.”

To everything I see. Chelsea's response was a smile emoji, predatory, pleased. Deal. I'll start with Hayes. His temper. His father. The control that isn't control. Dante put down the phone. Picked up a new pencil. Began to draw—not Avery, not this time, but Grayson Hayes, the quarterback, the rival, the recipient of what he'd built. He drew the scar above the eyebrow, the hands that held hers, the performance of ease that wasn't ease at all.

"Mr. Hayes, does this count as a draw?" Hayes let out a sinister chuckle, toying with a dagger in his hands. At twenty, he was the oldest in the group, but far from the sunny and cheerful disposition one might expect of someone his age. Everyone knew Hayes was unpredictable, dark, and cold-hearted – no one dared to provoke him.

“I swear, you two are bored out of your minds. I’m leaving. If Bobby catches you, you’re dead.” Tim waved him off casually. “Bobby’s eating, he won’t come. C’mon, Hayes, let’s keep watching—this is getting good.” A while passed. Tim scratched his cheek. “Hey, Hayes, what’re you doing to my face?” “Huh?” Hayes blinked. “I didn’t do anything.” Then he felt warm breath on the back of his head. “Did you just put something behind me?!” Tim frowned. “I didn’t! Wait… you…”

“So I need one answer. Who the fuck are you?” Silence. Everywhere went silent He didn't flinch. He didn't even pull away. Steve just maintained eye contact, staring into my soul as if he didn't even need to blink. I held his gaze, staying strong with everything left in me, refusing to be the first to look away. Finally, his lips moved. That dark, tiny smirk played at the corner of his mouth, but it didn't reach his eyes. "You'll get your answer," he said, his voice dropping an octave, "when you officially become Mrs. Hayes."

The sarcasm in his voice was thin but unmistakable. I straightened a little against the pillows. “No,” I said quickly. “I’m just surprised.” Saying yes would be heartless. After all, he was the one who had picked me up off the street. As we spoke, Hayes stepped closer. His shadow stretched over the bed, swallowing the light. His gaze dropped to my face then suddenly he reached toward my forehead. “What are you doing?” I jerked back before I could stop myself. “Do…” Hayes scoffed softly. “You think I’m going to eat you?”