A Hunter's New Home Novels & Stories

Demetria finds herself dreaming about a famous actor, Ezra Sommers, who happens to be her brother's best friend. But reality strikes and her extremely conservative mother made all the decisions for her. Having to go out of her way to fall in love, she got into new heights of trouble than what she's prepared for. What happens when he sets his eyes on her?

Shelly is very nice and kind girl when her parents marry her off to a man at her young age of 19 year old over her studies she's very sad about that but after marriage she feel happy with her husband until she discovered something that change her life.

###More updates will be in the book The King And The Rejected She-wolf### This is the second book of ”The King And The Rejected She-wolf. After being Kidnapped when she was just a little, Zara was growling up being told her family didn't want her. And now she lives as a slave for the Master and Mistress. One day before she turns 18, a man breaks her out and helps her escape. Getting her wolf and going on the journey home, she learns that what she was told all these years was a lie. It's a long way home, and she is met with different experiences on the way. Some lead to jealousy, while others. Can give her what she has. Craved all these years. Love. *This book has scenes with mature content and also violence and abuse.*

Lilly was broken, she was abused, she suffered and fought for her survival every single day, until it all changed. Falling into the arms of her mate wasn’t hard, not when his love for her burned like the fire in hell . The desire they feel for each other was explosive, addictive and strangely healthy. Together they grow the family they have always wanted but is it realistic to think they can actually live in peace? Or will the fact that they run the biggest pack in the world demolish all hope of happiness? Or will the hidden secret lethal weapon they love and care for save them all?

Before the company Ruby Lane and I built finally landed a multimillion-dollar funding, she had agreed that we would get married once the deal closed. But when I rushed to the celebration party that night, I saw Ruby kissing the investor, Jack Hunter, in front of everyone. Then, she proudly held up their marriage certificate. Jack took the microphone and said, "To prove I'm serious, I didn't just invest money into the company, I gave myself too! My wife will lead this company to even greater heights!" My colleagues all looked at me, expecting me to cause a scene. Instead, all I did was smile as I clapped. "That's great news! I wish both of you a happy life from now on and hope that the company goes public soon!" The entire room went into an uproar. After the party, Ruby pulled me aside to explain what happened. "Jack throws money at this project like it's nothing to him. He just wants to know what marriage feels like, that's all. Did you really have to act that childishly just now? "Once the company goes public, I'll divorce him. Then, I'll make it up to you by doubling the amount of shares you'll get. You can see the big picture, right?" I smiled and stepped back. "Don't bother. The share price would have crashed. We're done, Ruby."

After deciding to leave Azurea and follow Clara Miller to Northwood City, I was cast out by my parents. "That girl is an orphan–what can she possibly give you? If you choose a life of hardship now, you’ll spend the rest of your life suffering! Once you walk out that door, don’t bother coming back!" I left anyway. For five years, I watched Clara rise step by step, becoming one of Northwood City’s most respected psychologists. Just as she had promised, she gave me a home. As the New Year approached, I planned to take her back to Azurea to reconcile with my parents. However, just before boarding the plane, she abandoned me again–this time for a depressed patient threatening to take his own life. She let go of my hand, her eyes full of pain. "Julian Vance… he’s just like I used to be–alone, with no one to rely on. If I don’t go, he’ll jump. I’m sorry. Just this once. I’ll catch the next flight and meet you there." Then she turned and ran toward the exit without hesitation. I stood there, staring at the two plane tickets in my hand. She had saved everyone who needed redemption. Everyone… except me. Slowly, I tore up her ticket. Then I walked alone toward the security gate and turned off my phone. What Clara did not know was this: Some journeys home, once missed, are gone forever.

The day before New Year's, my younger brother announced he was bringing his girlfriend home for dinner. Excited, I drove my new car to pick them up, taking my daughter along with me. However, as soon as his girlfriend got in the car, her face darkened. "Henry, you didn't tell me your sister was staying at your place—and with a kid!" she snapped. I frowned and was about to explain when my brother quickly interjected, "She's not staying. After dropping us off, she'll be heading to a hotel." Only then did his girlfriend's expression ease. I swallowed my discomfort and asked my brother what he was planning. He leaned in with a conspiratorial grin and said, "Sis, don't cause any trouble for me, okay? My girlfriend is the daughter of the Cromwell Group's CEO!" My eyes widened in shock. Was not the Cromwell Group the same company my ex-husband had just handed over to me as part of our divorce settlement?

A one night stand that's all is was to her. I've spent the last four years trying to forget her. She's the one who slipped away in the middle of the night. The one who-after one night together-took my heart when she left me naked alone in a hotel room. She's the one that got away before I even had a chance to get to know her. I don't even know her name. I hate the way she left me. I hate the way she consumes my every thought even after all this time. I hate the way I look for a piece of her in every girl I meet. I hate mostly that I can't seem to forget her even after all this time has passed. After that night I looked for her but it was like she disappeared from the face of the earth leaving me with the memories of that night. I never thought we'll see each other again after she disappeared on me and not on the circumstances that we did. She was on the run and she needed me to take care of something for her. something that rocked my world upside down, something that was precious, our children and I'll do anything for them and their mother even if she wants nothing to do with me.

I was an orphan being adopted by a simple family. My dad was a driver of a very powerful businessman. My mom was one of their maids. She was in fact their lady butler. This family with gazillion bank accounts had an only heir, drop dead gorgeous young billionaire, Albert Michaels. He was always the talk of the news both in mainstream and social media along with either a popular pop star diva or a hubristic socialite with voluptuous body and kittenish voice. I, Samantha Reynolds, one of their servants had been stealthily trailing him since the day that I stepped in their grand top of a kind living room. His stone cold aloof aura as he stared at me everytime he caught me gawking at him made him even more attractive and charming than he already was. Till one rainy night, a magical or should I say disaster happened. Arriving at home late and intoxicated while I was busy wiping the glass tea table, he was almost dropping himself on the cold marble floor. Guiding him towards his room, his heaviness was weighing up my petite body. Till we both dropped on his king sized bed with me under him. His glassy eyes tingling my long time desire. His warm rims made me want to wrap them with mine. Till time stood still as the rain continued pouring engulfing the atmosphere with its coldness while him covering me with his burning libido. As we both reached the top, he called a name, ''Madeline!'' D*mn!

He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat on her cheeks. "I'm home." Dean Woodland left two years ago without a word or sound and now he is back to bring his belongings with him.