Auto Hunting Novel Novels & Stories

I ramble, giving her a bit of what happened but not everything. "What was that?" She asks, her eyebrows pinching together. I sigh, keeping away my toothbrush before turning around to face her again. "I. Made. Out. With. Lucenzo." I make sure to draw out each word. "WHAT?!!" She shrieks like a banshee, her eyes animatedly widening. "You did what?" "I made out with Lucenzo." This time I say it slower. "Why?" She asks exasperatedly. "Didn't he kiss a woman on your honeymoon?" She is flailing her hands around now, gesturing widely.

The library is by far the most unpopular place in all of Crescent Peaks – most werewolves in town regard books as waste of good trees. As a result, the library became a clean, silent place to spend time in and learn interesting things at the same time. Just as always, Archibald Novak sat at the solitary long table placed exactly in the middle of the building. It was surrounded by bookshelves on both ends – the books in the shelves were sparse for Archibald’s taste, but he had no choice. He was reading a book about warfare as part of his self-studies as one of the zetas in the pack. He was expected to be knowledgeable, especially about military strategies. He was not complaining, but more ref

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”

Alessandro set me down in the center of the room, my legs still quite unsteady. His hands didn't leave my waist even as he stepped back to stare at me. His eyes were dark with desire. "What?" I mouthed as his eyes were raking hungrily over me, somewhat slowly. It was the same deep seated hunger that I had witnessed at the bar two weeks ago. He circled around me like a predator assessing its prey, and I stood frozen, unsure what to do or say. Then he finally came to a stop in front of me, close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his sexy body.

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

It would be another night of smelling like a mangy wolf when all I wanted to do was chill. “You are going to like this. They are twin wolves. They think they are quick, they think they are clever.” “Is that it? Just two.” It was a very small amount compared to what she normally kills. Abby never tells me how she tracks them down. She was pretty good at it though, always finding numerous wolves each day. Maybe her birth family had been hunters??

Kyra is coming with me next time, even if I have to drag her with me by the ankles. Kyra is not fond of the outdoors and would much rather spend her free time getting her nails done or reading another smutty novel that she tries to convince everyone are romance books. Sure they are doll face... Everyone knows all the lovey-dovey romance novels have a full page of trigger warnings at the beginning of them.

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

Ludo left and headed back home with a heavy heart. Hunter sat outside Ludo’s house in his car thinking about Naveen’s proposal. He really wanted the manuscript and being offered like that was an opportunity. An opportunity that came with shedding blood. He thought back to the day he met Ludo; how she had a seizure on him and how scared she was. Killing Hilary was easy but there was something about Ludo. Hunter knew she didn’t belong in his world like Hilary did. How she got herself into it, he didn’t know but only knew about the manuscript.

For the hunt I will be writing multiple povs, you can switch to Mila or Knox’s pov if you don’t want to read the others. Thank you Mwahh