Tony Hale の小説・ストーリー

And… a husband. What she didn’t know—what she hadn’t seen—was the man watching her from above. Alexandro stood on the second-floor balcony, his hands braced on the cold stone rail, his eyes locked on the two figures below. He hadn’t meant to overhear. He had simply stepped outside for air. But the sight of Serena—smiling, relaxed, her cheeks flushed from the cold and from laughter—cut him like ice. And then Karl leaned in. Said something low. Serena stepped back.

I smiled against his mouth, slid one finger between us and pressed it to his lips before he could dive back in. “Why don’t you introduce me to Mr. Hale?” I whispered, letting the name roll off my tongue slow and filthy. His whole body went totally stiff under me. Mr. Hale is the man whose dragon signet ring could buy half the planet or bury the other half. The man that is among the elite members of the Syndicate, the one even Leon bowed to when the Ledger called for blood. One phone call from him and billionaires would vanished like they never existed. Leon’s eyes narrowed, dark and suddenly ice-cold. The lover disappeared. The killer woke up.

Chris gestured with his hand “Also look through the surveillance videos that we bought back.” While the team of hackers concentrated on the task at hand, Web rider called to inform Chris that Amanda had been accepted as personal staff cum secretary for Mr Bolt Hale and is currently based in the middle east learning the ropes of the business. “Um” Chris spoke the latter half of his sentence in a stern voice “What does this Mr Hale specialize in? What business does he do?” “Mining” Web Rider read off from the information he had pulled up about Mr Hale. “Keep an eye on her.” Chris hung up and turned towards Night Wing “One Mr. Bolt Hale, do we know him? Do we have any business connections with

Havermouth, Two Weeks Before Heath Gale and Rhett Salem, Talen turned the names over in his mind as he reviewed the details that Tony had sent through to him on his laptop. In one of those twists of little towns, Heath Gale owned the firm that handled some of Zeus’ legal work. A lawyer. Well, that explained the expensive suits and impeccable grooming.

Victor Hale took forty-five. He was introduced to me by the race director at seven PM — British, mid-forties, the kind of face that had been handsome twenty years ago and had settled into something more interesting. He moved through rooms the way intelligent people moved through rooms — not commanding attention, just always positioned correctly. Ex-MI6, Zane had told me earlier when his name appeared on the guest list. Now CEO of Halo Systems. Global cybersecurity. Serious money and serious connections and the specific confidence of a man who had spent a career knowing things other people did not. "Julian Windsor," he said. His handshake was firm without being aggressive. "I've been hoping t

not personal ones, but surveillance photos taken from afar, all time-stamped. "These were taken outside the building where Seraphina worked at twenty-two," Elena said. "The month before her accident." I studied the photographs, and there was a man I didn’t recognize who wore a dark coat. Meeting someone outside the building on two different dates. "Who is he?" Jonathan asked. "His name is Richard Hale," Elena said. "He’s a private contractor. He’s been hired for several similar incidents over the years. He doesn’t drive the cars himself; he arranges them."

“The team is a fortress, Dr. Reyes. They don't let anyone in. Noah Hale has basically made it his life’s mission to make sure I’m invisible on that court.” “Noah Hale is a college kid who’s good at throwing a ball and tantrums,” Reyes snapped, leaning back in her leather chair. “And you are supposed to be a journalist. If a door is locked, you find a window. If the window is barred, you pick the lock. You don’t stand in the hallway and complain.”

Ethan Cole stood out on the balcony of their huge island villa, the spot they'd run to for their honeymoon after Richard's bloody end. Waves crashed below in a steady rhythm, kind of like the pounding of his heart from last night's wild session. The merger had turned Cole Hale into a massive trillion-dollar company, with stocks flying high and the board fully on board. Down below, Alex splashed around in their private pool with Elena, her baby bump shining under the sun. Noah came out from inside, his swimsuit hanging low on his hips, the outline of his cock tempting through the fabric, and a towel thrown over his shoulder. "The kid's asking for you. Says he wants to build sandcastles with h

His jawline was sharp, sharp enough to cut glass. Levi Slate. I remembered his face from the picture that popped up yesterday. The stone-cold, strict right-hand assistant to the city's biggest billionaire, Lucien Hale. He looked even colder than the pictures. I was lost in admiration, I hadn't realized he was already an Inch away from me. “Mr August” his voice was deep, and low snapping me from my thoughts. “You're quite early”. I forced a chuckle. “You know what they say about the early bird”.

Cutting him out of the conversation. Just like that, she forgot about his presence and was immersed in another case. Never mind that Hale hadn't bothered to acknowledge him. Every chance the bastard got, he made it a point to show Gideon why he and Thalia didn't deserve to be together. And why he, Tanner Hale, millionaire, lawyer, and childhood best friend was the man who should have married the great Thalia Ashcroft. By referring to her as Miss Ashcroft, he was in no subtle way telling him that he'd never accept their marriage.