Tony Hale Novels & Stories

It was merely a bluff. I was going to make her hand Theo over to me by herself in the long run. We landed at Manchester airport and the car was a bit delayed. I had to wait in the lobby until the car was ready to get me. I got a newspaper from the stands to keep myself busy while I waited. “Mr Valentino?” I looked up from my newspaper. “I thought that was you.” The man laughed. “Can I help you?” I asked. “Just wanted to say hello.” He stretched his hand. “Nathaniel Hale. CEO, Hale Global Enterprises.”

I smiled even brighter as his brown eyes lit up, giving me a cute boy smile in return. "Stan," He said, shaking my hand. "So what brings you here?" I asked, playing with the wet curls forming in my hair. "I'm here to meet with the Alpha Aaron and his son about joining this pack, but by the looks of this room I can tell this clearly is not the Alpha's." We both laughed at his comment. "Yeah, he just loves the zebra print," I chuckled, pointing to my purple zebra print pillows. "You kidding?! I think he likes the heels even more," Stan smirked, pointing out the messy mountain of shoes in my closet.

"And you chose the women’s restroom to do it?" "I figured it was the last place anyone would look for me," Alex replied, grinning. Hayle shook her head, signing the contract and handing it back. "You're something else, Alex ." Before he could leave, Alex ’s expression turned serious. "Can I ask you something as your creditor?" Hayle arched an eyebrow. "Go ahead." "Why did you spend ten billion dollars on that land? It doesn’t add up." Hayle met his gaze evenly. "I have my reasons."

His hesitation appeared to irritate the Alpha further. Harrison stammered and began to cough, clearly struggling to respond to Alpha Riel's question. The Alpha's patience wore thin, and he raised his voice, demanding a clear answer. His frustration was evident, and it was clear that he shared a trait with Hawthorne – a dislike for being kept waiting. In the end, Harrison could do nothing but nod.

The ringing sound of the doorbell follows. “Coming!” I get up and head to the door to find out who it is and what the person wants. I can't think of anyone who will be at the door this late at night. “How can I help you?” I question, scanning the unfamiliar figure I meet behind the door. His All-black clothing makes me instantly suspicious of him. “Are you Valery Hale?” The stranger asks back with his hands behind his back. How does he know my name? “Yes. How can I help you?” I ask again, still trying to decode his intentions.

the announce. Squealing, Alexa does a few paces across the room before she stayed quiet, go back to kneeling in front of the television like it was a God send. All I can think to do is stay stock still and hope that maybe, maybe this was all some prank...Anything but being chosen for this thing. "Our first nominee...Macie North!" The sigh that came from Alexa was clearly irritable. I didn't know her, which made me assume that she is from another part of the Pack.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Or preserve my legal standing and watch Hunt Capital die. Michael Hale Sr. has been planning this for thirty-three years. And I have three hours to break a trap that was designed to be unbreakable.

Besides, Troy had witnessed the skills of those people by Philip’s side during the day. Just as Philip reached out for a cigarette, Troy wittily placed a cigarette in Philip’s hand and helped Philip light it with a pure gold lighter. After taking a drag, Philip said indifferently, “Who are the people from the three cities?” “There are several families but the leader is a member of the Hale family from the district capital by the name of Willis Hale. He specializes in dealing with the unsightly affairs of the Hale family and is notorious for his viciousness.” Hearing the Hale family, Philip was startled.

"You cost me five million dollars, Alex." The voice was calm, devoid of anger, which made it infinitely more terrifying. Alex stood in the center of the vast, sterile office, his hands clammy. The man behind the mahogany desk, Marcus Hale, was a titan of industry. He was in his late fifties, with a powerful build, a sharp jawline, and silver-grey hair that only enhanced his aura of absolute authority. His eyes, a piercing cobalt blue, were fixed on Alex.