Degrassi Hunter Novels & Stories

All eyes were focused on me and I started to feel a bit self-conscious but I ignored the feeling. "Thank you, everyone," I verbalized in appreciation as I climbed the stage, trying to look and sound as if this was just something normal for me. "Okay. I am Giordana Quinton, who happens to be Ella's best friend. In fact, Ella is more than just a best friend to me. She's the sister I never had, one big blessing I'm forever thankful for. Ella, I love you so much and I'm so happy that God gave you a man like Drew.

I looked at them and my strong voice stopped that blond-ish guy to go further with Crystal. "Hey mate, I think you take the wrong girl with you tonight. That's my wife. " I told him with a strong and very furious voice. He turns around to me and gives me a devil smile as he wins entirely now. "Your wife? Ahhh, Mr Hunter. I remember you. I apologise but I know that Miss Crystal is not married anymore. In plus, she can do everything she wants. And she wants me to drive her home now. So if you excuse us.."

" As he turned his gaze to the lying body, Higgins spoke out against her overreaction. "What's the deal with your stare?" He inquired, seemingly piqued by the tenacity in her imagined grin. "So you're the hunter that Rachel kept telling about. Paul Higgins, the renowned and experienced warrior hunter who became stranded on this continent and incorporated magic into his..." She was led to confess everything she knew about him, at least the scratched surface information that she had been exposed to. "Shut up, little girl." Higgins blurted in a clear-cut manner. As he strutted to the door, he walked over the inquisitor's laying arm, listening for an incoming sound.

God, I love when bitter men with skills are freshly dumped and emotionally available for revenge. As I closed my laptop, the city buzzed outside, clueless. The McLarens thought they’d seen the last of me. But what they didn’t know? The real Hunter doesn’t bark. She stalks. And tomorrow? I’d be loading my arrows. With a coder at my side and a vendetta in my veins. Let the slow burn begin. Tomas De Nero. He used to be Venice’s little tech puppet. Her lapdog. Her project. Her "I’m-dating-a-smart-guy-for-extra-credit" accessory.

I lean in, my voice now a growl in his ear “She’s the hunter’s daughter.”

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c

(The New CEO) November 31st, 10pm to be exact, Grayson Hunter stepped down from his position as the CEO of Hunter's Group. He worked half of his life to be here, missed out on the fun of being a young man, never spent Christmas or his birthday with anyone, almost developed a eating disorder with his constant lack of a balance meal and all for what? all for his father to throw it away with some stupid marriage proposal.

I did not rush to shut down the "Goddess Hunter" server. Instead, through a backdoor I had left behind when I analyzed the code earlier, I quietly prepared a brand new module I had already written. I named it "Scumbag Hunter." I sorted all the evidence of his academic fraud, along with the videos and photos of his cheating, into categories and packaged everything together. Then, I turned it all into "Hunting Quests." - After I finished everything, I checked the time.

I don't. "Put something on, for god’s sake." "My pants are confetti somewhere in those trees. Knock yourself out looking." "I'm not looking for your pants." "You don’t seem to be having any trouble looking at my dick." "I did not." "Hunter." His name still lands, three weeks running, every single time. "You absolutely did." His jaw sets, that muscle going under the stubble, and the worst part of me reads it as a point on the board and immediately wants another.