Will Halstead Novels & Stories

They don’t even know the worst things he’s done. My heart does the funny beats. I feel sick and lightheaded. For a few seconds, darkness clouds my vision. “Miss Verdant,” Vincent calls again, his voice more urgent. My head turns around. Past the people behind me, till I meet the eyes that have been burning into my head. Charles motherfucking Halstead. He stands in the doorway, decorated with bandaids and the bruises I had given him, grinning at me. He lifts a hand and waves lazily, tilting his head to the side as he did.

She called out loudly and he immediately turned around at the sound of her voice. She quickened her pace to reach him. “Wanda,” he said, relishing the word. And like that, his anger dissipated. “I forgot to tell you, a woman called your phone earlier” Wanda started, recalling her encounter with the arrogant woman. “What?” “Her name was Fiona Hart. She was really angry that I answered in your stead I hope I haven't caused any trouble yet again for you” Fiona called. He thought and then realization dawned on his face. They were supposed to have lunch together but Andy had a seizure. He probably would've been able to give the surgery to another doctor, but if he had, would Wanda have smiled at

The air immediately turned cold. If he were not in the midst of performing acupuncture on Heather and was not allowed to stop, Old Halbert would have slapped Tyr hard across the face. He was a descendant of the great Hua family, the chairman of Celestial Empire’s Traditional Physician’s Association, and a nationally famous doctor. How could he allow an ignorant youth to ruin his reputation this way? If it were anyone else, they would be just as furious. Not only Old Halbert, even Carson was irked.

"Care to EXPLAIN what's going on?" Halton heaved the longest sigh, he needed time to manoeuvre convincing lies, but her eyes could search through his soul like a radar. "First, stop looking at me like you wanna murder me in my sleep," Halton cried. Her sombre appearance intensified even more. "That's just how my face works right now, get to the point," She grumbled. "Where should I start?" "Did you alter the will?" She asked. She knew that won't be possible for Halton because of his dyslexia. Halton couldn't read or write for that reason. And even if he did alter it, it should have been with the assistance of someone else who could.

Holland arrives at the hospital to pick up the results. But as he exits the elevator he’s approached. “Mr. Halston, can you come and assist us please?” A doctor approaches him. “Uhmm, what is it? I’m here to pick up some very important papers.” “Yes. I know I have the documents you need right here. But Ms. Hubbard isn’t doing well. We think she’s having a disassociation. She doesn’t remember being pregnant or having a baby.”

But Hal was a government official and committed crimes knowingly, making him all the more vile. And right now, Jasper wasn't in Harborview City, and she didn't have close ones who would even notice she'd gone missing. Hearing the footsteps getting close, Renee's heart clenchhed… "Hey, she's still not up?" Hal asked, seeing that she was still lying flat on the ground. The person behind him quickly said, "They probably overdid it with the dosage, so it'll be a while until she wakes up... But wouldn't it be more convenient if she stays unconscious?"

"Look, I don't think you need to worry about me. So far, Judah's been nothing but nice to me," "Nice?" "Yeah. I... I don't know Hal. There's something about him, I can't really put my finger on it... but I believe he's an okay guy," "An okay guy?” she winced. “Dude, from what I've heard, he could be a psycho!" "He has this dangerous vibe about him, yes but—" "I’ve heard he's got crazy anger management issues!" Hallee cut me off. "Okay, he could be mean at times, but—"

A chaotic, emotionally damaged campus king became obsessed with the one man he can’t control. Everyone at Blackthorne College wants Professor Vincent Hale. Nathaniel Laurent is the only one obsessed enough to ruin himself over him. Nathaniel Laurent is the kind of student professors warn each other about. He's rich, reckless, beautiful, and violent. A campus king with a charming smirk and a talent for getting under people’s skin. Especially Professor Hale’s skin. Teaching human sexuality at Blackthorne College means Vincent Hale has dealt with shameless students before, but none like Nathan. The infamous bisexual troublemaker seems determined to turn every lecture into a game of p

The Walther stared right at her forehead. Her eyes followed his thumb as it pulled the safety pin. A cold sweat dripped down her neck. Her left hand was a few inches away from the pocket knife in her jacket and all she had to do was reach for it without raising any suspicion. Easy, right? The only problem was she realized this guy was not just any crazed Tom, Dick, or Harry that needed some quick cash or anything else to that.