Peter Hayes Divergent Novels & Stories

"He was an advanced operator equipped with a military-grade dead-man's link. Had I eliminated his vitals on the roof, a dark-web proxy payload would have instantly distributed her complete personal metrics, family coordinates, and tracking signatures to a public forum. He wanted to force a violent termination to collapse her firewall." "Oh my god," Jeremy breathed, a ragged, broken sound escaping his throat. "Oh my god... Peter... is she... did he touch her?" "No," Peter said, his voice dropping into that dark, heavy register that always made the hairs on my arms stand up. He lifted his eyes, locking his gaze directly onto mine through the dim light of the penthouse. "He did not touch her. I

Turbaned and fair skin with a black beard, with brown eyes that gazed narrowly at Peter, he was dressed in a business suit, wrinkled, clearly indicated having worn it for the entire day; the sleeves were rolled up, showing strong forearms sprinkled with dark hair. "Excellent my name is Peter James Haynes", he said, "Headmaster of Hale Academy and mentor to the Ascendant Seven", he stated bowing once, low enough he offered respect, but clearly keeping everyone in his sight, "Your sister, your daughter", he informed Karan and then her parents, "Is the Second Ascendant that has been chosen, I'm sure you've heard about Ascendants?" he inquired politely. Half the occupants in the room nodded, the

130. Third Person POV. Peter was bubbling with excitement inside of him now, knowing his ticket to freedom was now within reach. Years of searching for that daughter of his has come to an end. Fuck his dead wife, Helen, and yeah, fuck David Truman, Peter smirked inwardly. What he loved most about this minute is the fucking hatred and confusion he's implanting in Vera's mind. He's not here to just take the girl to Anton but he also intends to change her notion about David Truman.

Hayden replied, dropping all pretenses. Peter locked eyes with Hayden, his gaze unwavering. "I’ve known your grandfather for many years. You carry a hint of his younger self’s spirit." As Hayden suspected, Peter’s appearance wasn’t a coincidence. It was orchestrated by the Hart family patriarch. "You’ve already paved the way with him. Seems you’re quite determined," Hayden said, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. Peter shook his head, his lips curling into a faint smile. "No wonder you’ve been acting so audacious—you’ve misunderstood me."

SIXTY-FOUR I’m bleeding! Oh God. Oh God. Mum! It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m running. Just keep running. It’s all I need to do. Every step is bringing me closer to— Impact. It was as though an asteroid fell from the sky and landed in his chest. Peter tumbled through the air. Time slowed to a crawl. His spinal cord severed by the time he hit the ground. He rolled onto his back and could feel nothing from the neck down. Unattainable breaths. Blood drained out of him. It was like being burned alive—a small glimpse of life in Hell. Wetness around him. A baptism. Peter began to drown.

“Talk to her. Make sure she knows she’s not alone.” And later, he did. We all did. Hayden pulled us into one room—Phoebe, Phoenix, me, Zion, Adonis. The whole pack. Hayden started first, voice steady as stone. “Phoebe, the Divergent Howls needed you, and you pulled us through. Now that Phoenix is back, you can finally rest.” Zion stepped up, ruffled her hair gently. “Time for our sweet Phoebe to be the one cheering us from the sidelines. Wouldn’t it be better seeing our mate in real clothes instead of a disguise?”

Hannah’s POV: Hayes was asking why I wanted a divorce and then deliberately painting the situation like I wanted a divorce because I was cheating on him with Josh. I couldn’t just come out and say, ‘I was reborn three years into the past after you and your twisted sister pushed me off the stairs and then told the doctor to pull the plug,’ so instead I said the next best thing. “Mr. Hayes is sexually dysfunctional.”

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

Suddenly, a figure flickered at the far end—a familiar figure that sent Hayes' instincts firing. “Henry!” Hayes barked as he lunged into a sprint toward the sliver of movement that now darted behind an old metal shelf. “Get back here!” Parker shouted, urging more speed. For a moment there was chaos; another turn, another skirmish as Henry darted through narrow spaces within the cluttered confines of this underground maze. But determination surged within Hayes; years of relentless pursuit had forged him into a keen predator honing in on its prey. Henry misstepped and tumbled against a stack of boxes, sending them crashing down with an explosive thud. In that fleeting moment, Hayes lunged forw

“What are you talking about?” Peter chuckled softly. But this time, it sounded more like a warning than mockery. “I know Darius Harrington well enough.” Dante’s gaze sharpened further. And the next second, Peter’s voice came again softly through the phone. “If that man has already succeeded in making Aurora fall in love with him…” Peter paused briefly, “…what do you think the next step he’ll take will be?”