Bernie Gunther Books In Order นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Half an hour after Sebastian and the others had left, Hunter calmed down completely and suddenly realized that he shouldn't have just let Gunther go like that. Gunther had worked with him for four years. He knew too much about the secrets of Hunter and the Sloanes. "Get over here!" Hunter shouted urgently. "Mr. Sloane!" A man in a black martial arts outfit hurried inside. "Go and get Gunther back here!" Hunter ordered anxiously. "Yes, sir!" The man had just turned to leave when Hunter called him back again. "Wait! Send someone to investigate Sebastian Ballard thoroughly and write me a report! Make it quick!"

Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.

he said with a smirk. I grumbled and went to the bookshelf. There were like thousands of books there, and I spent a good thirty minutes arranging them. Those thirty minutes were stressful, to say the least. "I'm done," I sighed in relief. "You're done?" the young man asked. "Yes, so is my admission safe?" I responded. "Not yet," he replied. "What do you mean by that?!" I yelled in frustration. "Don't shout, just do one more thing," he said calmly.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

She tightened the covers around her body feeling so self-conscious of her body, as he felt like a total stranger completely. He spared her a glance before moving to the lamplight stand and then picked up his gun which was right next to the condom, so easy for him to access, just a few meters away from his fingers. He pockets it and then left the room just as he had entered but this time, without any word.

Some of them looked greedy, some looked like they wanted to kill him, and some of their pupils were all shifty. “Mr. Gunther, I still need to attend to some business. Goodbye.” After Jaguar said that, he ran out impatiently. “Mr. Gunther, I have to leave too. Please excuse me.” “Everyone should leave.” The rest of them bade their farewells, but the murderous intent in their eyes grew more intense. After they left, Jerry looked at Brad malevolently and said, “Mr. Gunther, you know that my great-grandfather is after the Centennial Blood Root. Why did you give it to that kid?”

I will have to work harder at it here, especially if I am to win over their trust. I stood up slowly and flicked my eyes to the large man still standing behind the couch. His skin was dark chocolate and it glowed under the soft light filtering through the curtains. His dark endless eyes bore into mine. His face was tense, and he didn’t emit any emotion or feelings that I could get a read on. His thick brows were pulled together in the middle, and although his lips were pressed into a line, I could tell they were plump. The longer I stared at him, the more uneasy he made me feel, and that is not a feat easily accomplished. Nothing scares me, nothing bothers me, but this mountain of a man was

Walking backwards, he moved towards his cut where it lay over the back of a chair. He didn’t get to it before the door crashed open. A man appeared; his hands cruelly curled around one of the maid's arms. In his other hand was a gun. Domino moved towards his own weapon but not quickly enough. One shot. It hit him square in the chest and my big protector went down hard.

Silas appeared with a book in his hand, his hand cast out towards the bush. Blackish tendrils of ice crawled up the bush to the roses, causing them to die, and Gunther’s eyes widened in horror. Why did he kill them? Gunther’s fists clenched, before he jumped towards the Fae, growling when a solid hand pressed into his shoulder. Zion wore a knowing expression as Silas looked back at his book with an annoyed yet searching frown, thumb on his chin. Since Gunther joined the group, Silas’s absolute ignorance of Cathy got on his nerves, so seeing him like this now only upset him more. That firm hand squeezed his shoulder, reminding him of the oath.

But of course, when I looked over her shoulder I looked straight into Janus’ eyes. “Stop replaying it in your head. Get some sleep so I can heal you. It’s a hell of a job as is. No need for you to go making it harder by distracting me.” Gunther snaps. I try to stop the film in my head but as soon as I close my eyes I see Breanna pulling the dagger. Ordering me to hold my cock to the side. The silver dagger cutting into my sack. The scorching pain. “If I could I would knock you out cold to have some peace and quiet around here,” Gunther can't hold back his agitation with me.