Aspen Hunter Real Name Novels & Stories

She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-” “How can you say it is when you handed me a jade of information?!” She craned her neck, lost all the necessary excuses. She sigh after realizing I already frustrated. She ask with a bit of confussion, “How can the young lady realize my lies?” I sneered. “You really asking that? Really, how can you be a huntress?” She pondered about it, and it only cause my heart to shook with too much frustration. She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...”

Hearing Nick's words, Ryan jolted back and said hurriedly, "Sir, actually, I got a call this morning from your Grandmother, Old Mrs. Asher. She mentioned that she would be holding a banquet for your birthday coming in this month. She asked me to keep your schedule clear for the day, so that you would attend the party. Actually, madam told me to not reveal this to you. But like you know, I can't hold back any information when I'm before you." Nick raised his eyebrow and gave a look like he was see through the person before him. Ryan felt extermely uncomfortable being scrutinized like that but he knows when to keep silent. "Ryan, I think you would make a worst spy ever. You can't even keep suc

Alpha Dylan calms me down. I stood still for a few seconds. Until now, everyone knows my identity except me. Ridiculous! "Before, I thought you died with Luna Irene. How are you still alive? Where have you been all this time?" Alpha Dylan wondered. I lowered my eyelids and said, "I'm in human territory. I am a hunter of the Angel organization."

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

Perhaps? He stayed silent and for a moment I think he was crazy and all that but suddenly he asked me, "warm eyes black hair?" He smiled and pointed to his head. I realized he got the same description as the song. Then he pointed at me, "Grey eyes gold hair?" I frowned deeper, what did he mean? His smile was blinding, "I finally found you." "What..." I said weakly, my body still not functioning properly. "My name is Daniel. In case you don't know." He looked like he was enjoying some private joke.

As reluctant as the elders were, they still agreed to let Aurora out of the woods and let her search for her missing son. Aurora’s heart was filled with worries as she hit the way, following the steps of her son. What happened to Aspen? Was he safe? And most importantly— If Aspen went into the werewolf world, he might meet with people that he never meant to meet. Lance, Rivena, and… Damien. Aspen’s true father. And that was what truly worried Aurora.

Draven's POV Marcus tells me the last name in the corridor outside the courtyard door, two words spoken quietly while Arwen crosses the stone toward the boy with the travel bag, and the name lands in my chest like something physical. Ashford. I know that name. It lives in the Hunter Pack archives in a file I read when I was sixteen and going through every document my mother ever touched, looking for anything that explained what she was and what she did and why she chose it. Daniel Ashford. Mentioned twice in her private correspondence. Referenced in a financial record I couldn't fully decode at the time. I assumed the worst because assuming the worst had become the framework I used for every

The camera flashes and I lead Aspen back the way we came. "Excuse me, sir?" a short kid with long hair and a too big suit jacket stops us as we're back on the path. "Can I have your names to use with the picture?" I'm caught off guard, but am actually thrilled he has to ask. Maybe I will be able to provide Aspen with the quiet life I want for us. "Finn McRyan and this is my girlfriend, Aspen Adams." I pull Aspen closer to me as I answer. The media has already figured out Aspen's name from our picture at the charity gala, but I want to make sure the whole world knows what this woman means to me. I should have shouted it from the rooftops after our first date. It's a mistake I won't make again

My stomach tightened, but I didn’t answer. “You’re falling for him,” she said, stepping closer. Her voice was low and incredulous, like she couldn’t decide whether to laugh or scream. “A half-human, half-beast boy? God, Silas, you’re even more stupid than I thought.” I turned away, reaching for the door, but her next words stopped me cold. “Does he know who you really are?” I froze, my hand hovering over the knob. “Does he know who your father was? What your family did?” she continued, her tone quieter but no less dangerous. “Does he know you’re the son of a hunter? The son of a man who slaughtered his kind without blinking an eye?”

"Hunter." Closing the door quietly, I rest against the wall until my heart stops beating so rapidly it feels like it might explode. That isn't Debrassy. And that sure the hell wasn't Miss Bluebird. That was Addison Archer Stone. And Debrassy was right. Hunter Grant isn't dead. Which means.... "He's BLACKEAGLE," I whisper, grinning. I wonder what he'd pay for me to keep his little secret.