Reed Hastings Book Novels & Stories

“Christian loves you so much… You know you became his hero…” “I love him too,” Federico told Ava, looking into her eyes. “I can’t begin to tell you how much.” “I know very well what you’re talking about. I feel the same way too.” His hands moved from her waist. “I’m sorry, Ava… For not being around so much. But now… I want you to come with me… I have something to show you,” he said. “They arrived this afternoon.” Ava followed him downstairs to his study where he showed her how he had had all the photographs of Christian copied and reset into four leather-bound albums, each one with the gold crest of the Royal family on the cover.

I felt my heart racing in an unfamiliar way. “Hastings, who do you think you are to threaten us? Do you think you're so powerful?” Adrian growled defiantly, his face turning red with anger. Nicholas didn't even glance at him, dismissing Adrian’s lame retort. “I have no doubts about my superiority over you,” Nicholas stated quietly, expecting no further argument. He returned to my side and comforted Sophie with a possessive hug. Indeed, the Hastings family legacy was unshakeable in the dizzying world of high commerce and big business. Perhaps Adrian had reminded himself of this, because he frowned and held his tongue.

Lazarus bantered. "You see, I fucking hate roads where there are small alleys, humps, and more branches to go to. I want a path that is clean and straightforward. Why is that, you may ask? That's because it's faster to reach your objective in your game, unlike some of those people. Now, look at them, sulking because an important piece in their game is on the verge of dying, so don't tell me that you two— Haru and Cedric—will end up like them?" Lazarus added.

he inquired, letting the soothing sound of the waves take over him. "Her aunt?" His thick eyebrows shot up above his gray eyes as he showed a little annoyance before continuing. “Alright, I'll look into it. No matter the cost, I want that estate," the man continued, his voice unwavering and authoritative. "Get the jet ready. We're leaving for Paris in a couple of hours. Have all the paperwork done by the time I get there," With a decisive nod, he hung up the phone and allowed his gaze to linger on the girl, who still lay peacefully beneath the cozy covers.

"Don't forget about the weekend Smith." Blushing like a million tomatoes I didn't even turn, just nodded and closed the door behind me. Leaning on the wall beside the door I took a deep breath. Couldn't forget even if I wanted to Hastings. He was safe. He was mine. And that is all that mattered. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The book is offically coming to an end! Just a few more chapters and we are done. How have you liked the book so far? The characters?

Hastings was the one who had sent the maid to Liam's room, to steal the ring from his room, and he was very glad that she had succeeded in doing so. Mr. Hastings had secured the position of head of security at the Danvers manor with the sole purpose of obtaining the ring. He had been dispatched by the Court of Shadows to find a way to get the ring from Liam. After numerous failed attempts to acquire the ring by force, and using attacks on Liam, the court of shadows had decided that a different approach was necessary. The new approach was to send Mr Hastings to work at the Danvers manor as a head of security, and eventually when the opportunity presented itself, he would steal the ring. And t

“Good girl.” Elena wasn’t a newbie to his condescending attitude, though she never let him best her. He always said it’s her angst that made her interesting. As they ascended the grand staircase to the main deck, Elena took in the yacht’s meticulous design—Vincent’s signature style, every detail deliberate. This was no ordinary party; it was a deliberate display of power, given the throngs of political figures and business tycoons, all here to curry favor with him. Vincent, with his easy charm and polished words, navigated the crowd like a master puppeteer. Elena, trailing beside him, played her role, her expression serene but her mind distant.

She heard it Sneeze. "Y-yes.. at my house." She stuttered. She glared at it. "Thanks! For keeping Alysia in your house." Smiling gratefully to him. "Your welcome." Her plastic smile at the man. "Uhm, I'm just at the library?" Benedick said goodbye to him. Benedick knew the young woman Catherine Ashton and her family, "the great famous and number one Billionaire of Asia they often rival Don Henry in the business world because of its excellence. The Ashton Families are unlikely to be known around the world.

I was standing in the most exclusive hallway in London, dressed like a princess, feeling like a gatecrasher who’d won her outfit in a raffle. The usher finally opened a heavy, leather-bound tome. He ran a finger down the page with agonising slowness. I watched his lips move silently. H… Hargreaves… Harrington… He started again at L. Lackington… Le Marchant… The emerald couple lingered just inside the doorway, pretending not to watch. Finally, his finger stopped. ‘Ah, yes. Here we are. Hastings, Lochlan.’ He looked up, his expression shifting to one of mild surprise, as if he hadn’t truly believed me.