Novels by Hey Babe

"I have to admit," Sheraton said with a soft laugh, "Watching Eric Chester fly across the hall while you beat him blue black was the highlight of my evening."Damien shook his head and smiled. "You make it sound worse than it was.""Worse?" Sheraton giggled. "The poor man lost half his teeth."Before Damien could reply, a knock sounded on the office door.Three gentle knocks.Sheraton straightened immediately. "Come in."The door opened, and the Goddess stepped into the room.For a brief moment, loud silence filled the office. This was the first time the three of them stood together in the same room.The woman who built NewYork Oil Gold. The brilliant COO who kept the conglomerate running. And the legendary Martial Fortress.The Goddess looked at Damien and smiled warmly."My son."Sheraton instantly rose from her seat. "Godmother."The Goddess nodded and walked over. Her eyes moved between Damien and Sheraton.For the first time in many years, she felt something she had almost forgot

As seconds ticked down, Laura, James, and Chloe were thrown to the pavement outside the hall venue, drenched in humiliation, and still couldn't make sense of what had happened inside.Laura strode a walk of shame; confusion spoke volumes in her expression as she yelled:“What in hell’s name just happened? Someone should tell me that isn't real. Did Sheraton regard a convicted rapist over us? Damien barely left jail six hours ago. How did he become her honored guest?”Questions were thrust in the air, eyes rolling back and forth, and none of them could comprehend how the heck it all happened.James let out an exasperated sigh; his eyes burned with envy:“That miscreant keeps attracting hot, beautiful, well-to-do ladies despite being jailed.” He shook his head in frustration and sneered: “I wonder what Sheraton finds attractive about him. Women and their poor taste in men.”An idea struck Chloe, and her mouth slowly widened:“I think she needs him to handle her domestic chores, 'cause b

Laura staggered due to the unexpected hit and lost her footing, but James impulsively stretched his arms and got hold of her waist to prevent her from falling completely.The hall buzzed with disdainful remarks against Laura and her like-minded folks. The twist of the evening event had the guests craving more. They wouldn't have imagined the Oceans heiress being slapped into a stupor.Laura couldn't distinctly hear any words except an eerie, disturbing sound that crashed into her ears due to the hot slap.Damien let out a subtle beam as he savored the entire humiliation episode and couldn't have been prouder of Ms. Miguel for putting forth a worth-watching show.Laura stared into Ms. Miguel's eyes, her shoulders quivering in shock and disbelief. No woman had ever made her feel that little.Ms. Miguel smacked her tongue with contempt and drank the last drop of the champagne:“Don't test my patience, Ms. Ocean. I won't repeat myself.”Chloe and James, with fallen countenance, winked at

For a slight moment, James' expression was riddled with uncertainty, but he quickly wore back a gloating gesture.“Don't be so pained to question my family's wealth and the connection we amassed. There's literally no elite in Oakland that my father can't influence.”James' words reeked of pride and mockery, raising his shoulder high while Laura caressed his arms to spite Damien even more.James believed luck was on his side, and he'd be a fool not to take all the credit for the unexpected twist of events.Laura clicked her tongue, measured Damien up with a belittling stare: “You saw what happened, or are you living in denial? My man walked out to make a phone call, and boom, everything changed.”Chloe didn't allow the opportunity to go by without taunting Damien further, “I understand why you're bitter. You wished you were half the man that James is. Newsflash: you're nothing but a sore loser!”Damien's heart tugged in anger at James' mischievous stance in taking false credit, but he

Eric Chester's face stiffened in rage as he barked at Damien: “Get your headless face out of my sight, this minute!”James’ grin turned into a scornful frown: “Loser! What the hell are you doing? Do you want to be shredded into pieces?”Laura's voice reeked of disdain: “You definitely don't value your life. Do you know the man you just interrupted? Huh?”Damien scoffed with a blank stare: “Was I supposed to care? Is he the president of Oakland or the Almighty savior of the seven cities?”Damien's sarcasm had their chests swelling with fury. Laura charged on: “You fool, Eric Chester is the son of Oakland's Mayor! Haven't you heard of George Chester? That's his father, you dumbass!”Damien yawned while she was speaking. He calmly went to the assaulted lady and helped her to her feet.Laura rolled her eyes and sighed at his unbothered attitude: “You're asking for a dead wish. Eric Chester is one of Oakland's vehement martial lords. He's a black belt holder and absolutely merciless!”Dami

Within ten minutes, the Goddess zoomed off with the supercars to an exclusive meeting with Edward Coker, the Duke of Oakland.Before she left, she gave distinct instructions to one of the drivers. Damien Ross had politely refused to be escorted by any bodyguard for reasons that his mother perfectly understood.**“Martial Fortress, I'm Paul Emerson, the Goddess’s household butler. It's an honor to finally meet you.”Paul fell to his knees alongside ten cooperatively dressed household staff.While Damien was still warming to the butler's honorary reception. The other household staff members spoke in unison:“It's a privilege to know what you look like. We'll serve you till the last breath.”Damien nodded keenly and waved his fingers for them to rise. He suspected they were expecting him from how they spoke with a unified voice.Damien drew a deep breath to savor the magnificent castle his mother lived in. From the gate, he was thrilled by the exterior masterpiece; the well-trimmed, wat