Young Hayden Christensen Novels & Stories

Millie's P.O.V. Hayden was a year younger than Zack. They were the polar opposite. You know how I said Zack was handsome and had a great personality? Hayden was none of that. Okay, I lied. He also had the looks with his longish hair which he dyed black, pale blue eyes and an almost perfectly symmetrical face. Just like his brother. If only his personality was as good. Hayden Myers was an epitome of a douche bag. When I looked into Zack's eyes I felt warm and cozy inside but when I saw Hayden, I felt cold shivers.

"I take it then that you've decided to let Caitlin go to school a year early? You know there're things we can do to keep her safe..." "I know but it's not the same. I won't feel settled until they're all the way gone ... Law, the fuck are you doing here?" I got to my feet as he came into the room followed by his boys and... "Tyler? What...?" "Don't ask me bruh, when I woke up this morning I didn't know that I was going to be coming halfway around the country for a BBQ." They were all here, including Creed. What the fuck is my wife up to now? "I don't get it, where are your women?"

They work together well as a team, unlike their younger counterparts. Draven and Hayden are much too different. Hayden, even at the age of twenty-six, is far too busy living out his fratboy life instead of striving forward. Maybe some of the reason he is the way he is, is because he has three brothers that will back him up no matter the mess he gets himself in. He never had to strive to be better, he never cared about the title and Alaska is not sure that he even does now, even though he is the leader of the summer pack.

And before I learn anything else, before my eyes catch Jaxon’s whole life story, I see one line that flip my life upside down. JAXON PEIRCE FATHERED A BOY NAMED HAYDEN LEVINE.

HAYDEN "My name is Hayden Wolfe. Most of you in this room already know that. But for the last twenty-four hours my name has been attached to a lot of other words. Murderer. Psychopath. Monster. You've seen a video of a boy holding a gun. You've seen documents from a psychiatric institution. You've heard speculation about what kind of man I must be. So today I'm going to do something very simple. I'm going to tell you the truth."

It’s almost comical how the tables have suddenly shifted and now I have to look at my older brother who only has three years on me like a father figure. He stops by Hayden’s bedroom door and pounds on it. “Stop fixing your hair, Hayde, we gotta go or we’ll be late.” Seconds later, Hayden walks out and his shoulder length blonde hair is tied in a man bun that actually makes him look kind of cute. Well kind of cute if he didn’t have such a rugged physique. The muscle shirt he adorns put his ripped arms out on display for everyone to see and he definitely looks like the kind of guy who goes to the gym four times a week.

Damon asked. “Why not? I am also a hunter like you and I feel strong,” said Hugo. “Tyler is hiding something.” Hugo looked at Cael. “You Cael. Will you agree that Kyra’s boyfriend is hiding something and you’re not sure if it will be good or bad for her?” “If Tyler is hiding something, Kyra will be the first to know,” Cael said, then drank a beer. “I’ll prove to you that Tyler is hiding,” said Hugo. “All right, when you have enough evidence, there’s no reason for us not to believe you,” said Cael.