Tru Haley Novels & Stories

Vanilla was one of my favourite scents and I could not help but interrupt her turning to try and find the owner of that scent. My mystery guy had moved from the stairs so I could not see him anymore. Without putting too much more attention on him I really wanted to find the owner of the pine vanilla scent. The more I smelled it, the more I knew it had to be my mate. As I moved through the crowd the scent got stronger. I gasped as the mystery guy was walking in a direct line toward me with a smile on his face. As he got closer, the pine vanilla smell got stronger. Shelby quickly started yipping Mate! Mate! My excitement started to grow. He came to stand right in front of me smiling and

She about to tell him to come in but then remembered males were not allowed in. “Nice to see you again too, Chesa” Nathan gave her a small smile. Chesa inhaked a sharp breath and looked away. "Is Anna in there?" "Uh.....who is Anna?...oh Anna! Anna!" Chesa called out nervously, her heart throb was in front of her. She didn't want to mess up, 'you have to act graceful....graceful' she took a deep breath and then smiled at Nathan. "It is really nice to see you again brother Mu"

Ashton fired question after question which left Gael speechless. Had he really been rushed and made the wrong decision? But he just wanted to teach this brat a lesson by showing him that there was no good in going against him. "I...." Gael stammered. He had no idea how to justify his decision of appointing Kelly as the alpha. "I can make things right now. Everyone is still in the sacred hall. I can just go and say that you are back and everything that I said earlier is not right. You are the true alpha, I think it won't be hard to convince those people." Gael said.

"To be clear, this is not a one-night stand. I am trying to save you so I at least deserve to know your name." Laughing, I look at this man who I don't even know but is risking his life to save me from a mess I got myself into and he doesn't seem bothered or feel disgusted by me. Smiling I stretch my hand out for him to shake and say. "My name is Hailey." Taking my hand he beams. "Am Hunter." The elevator doors open, and we walk out hand in hand. "I hope your car is down here," I say. "Lucky for us it is." He smiles.

“You didn’t hit your head or anything, so why pretend like you’ve got a concussion? Are you trying to gain sympathy from Pierce? “Holly isn’t even crying, but you, a grown woman, are crying in pain. Isn’t that a bit much?” Pierce’s fleeting concern vanished, replaced immediately by a look of disgust. “Stop pretending you’re some pitiful dying woman. Your sixty bright, shining years of life are written clear as day. You can’t fool me.” My heart ached as I knew that he was the one who had been lying to me all along. I thought back to the whirlwind marriage between me and Pierce, to the sweet, intimate days we had shared.

As she stepped forward, my heart stopped. It was Haley. My twin sister. The girl who had gone missing ten years ago, the one my parents had spent millions trying to find. She wasn't a victim. She was standing there, dressed in expensive silk, watching me with a satisfied smile. "Give her as much as you need to," Haley said. Her voice was identical to mine. "This is exactly what I paid your husband for."

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

Hayley couldn't bear the thought of Adrian considering that possibility. After a while, she sighed heavily, her thoughts still swirling vehemently in her mind but the sound of her phone's ring tone snapped her back to reality. Her eyes wandered to her phone settled on the passenger's seat, and one glance at it made her recognize the caller. It was her therapist and friend, Taylor Devereaux. Hayley's chest heaved, her heart thudding rapidly as a sudden realization dawned on her. Taylor knew the truth about her. What if she had seen the news?

"News report, a new victim found dead again and according to the polices it's related to the past killings. She was identified as Tiffany Reyes, a twenty-three-year-old woman. The woman's wounds are still fresh and just like last time, the killer is still unknown. The polices still doesn't have any clue for who did this.........Natalie, reporting. That woman is familiar to me, where did I heard her name again?...... Right! Drake's secretary's name is also Tiffany Reyes. No way, is it just a coincidence in names? Wait, it's suddenly quiet. I looked at the two and they are currently looking at the news while smiling. Are they happy to see someone that just died? They even made fun of her last

“Well, we can first try to see what you can remember. Tyler was there right? Maybe he can help.” “That’s a good idea, I’ll call him right now.” I headed upstairs and called Tyler. “Vanessa Thank God, are you ok?” he asked. I paused for a moment and took a deep breath. “Tyler, Hailee’s dead.” “W-what? N-no she’s not,” he stuttered. “I’m so sorry, I know this is hard to comprehend.” “H-how do y-you know.” “I. . .I found her, I saw her body.”