El Cazador Quiere Vivir Tranquilamente Novels & Stories

“I'm tired of living as an assassin. I started to find happiness with the noisy girls as well as Hazel. When I played with them in the forest, without realizing it I had imagined how exciting my life would be if I went to the forest with my own child. There will be more emotional bonds created between us. More affection, and I will get my normality back.” "Well do it if you think it's good for you. I didn't think like that before. I always told myself that the right life for me was a life as a criminal hunter and in the end I would die on a mission because of criminals. Isn't that a very shallow thought? I didn't think about another life I could live. There is always a choice in every life,

“You’re a target. A target to get to Casio.” Shaking my head, looking away, “I didn’t ask for any of this.” “I know.” He stepped closer, “But you’re involved now. Ansaldo knows who you are, probably knows how you look. He is much more dangerous than Casio. He kills for the fun of it. If he manages to get to you, you’ll do it when you’re alone and when we least expect it.” I sank onto the couch, wrapping my arms around my knees. My voice cracked as I spoke, “I don’t want that type of life. Trapped. Watched. I just wanted to have a normal life. Work my dream job, fall in love.”

"It's interesting seeing this side of you from time to time." "Why is that? Are you a sadist?" "No! That's not what I meant!" "Then why?" Caçador stops to consider what he was going to say next. Leaning into his chair and looking up at the ceiling. "Because it makes you feel human. I prefer humans after all." *** "If my guess is correct about you guys, you were hired without context to do something to a gang called the Escravos, yes?"

He asked looking confused “No, until her killer is found and justice is carried out her spirit will remain restless” “Am I not having your child anymore?” I asked surprising him and he turned to look at me “You want to go?” He asked, I face upwards gazing into the sky “Of course, I have a life before you came, I want to go back to my peaceful life” “Peaceful? You mean the pack house is not peaceful?” “I just want to have the child and leave, I want to go back to my normal life, a place where I’m not being controlled or limited to do stuff, most importantly I still need to find my mate”

I inquired, hoping that it was as dull as dishwater out there. Lucas's brows furrowed as he took a seat on the log beside me. "Stop worrying. They'll be fine," he assured me. That's not what I asked. "Don't do that," I pointed out his error. "Please don't deflect my question. I specifically asked if it was quiet out there, and your response was 'don't worry.' Of course, I'm going to worry." Lucas sighed with resignation. "What do you want me to say? That they crossed paths with hunters?" My food churned in my stomach. "Did they?" I dreaded the answer to my query, but not knowing the outcome felt much worse. Lucas nodded, making me swallow thickly. "Yes, but no one was hurt. That's why I told

"When we get out, if we get out, we're leaving everything behind. The club. The city. All of it." "What about Marcus and Rafe?" "They can come if they want. But I'm done with this life. Done with wars and enemies and debts." "What will we do?" "I don't know. Something quiet. Something safe." "Sounds boring." "After this? Boring sounds perfect." I leaned against him. Careful of his wounds. "Tell me more. About our quiet life." "House by the water maybe. Small. Nothing fancy." "And the baby?" "Grows up normal. School. Friends. No violence."

“He’s human. Unfortunately.” A startled laugh almost escaped me. It came out broken instead. Colton’s expression softened, then settled again. “Some people know enough to stay quiet. Some know nothing and convince themselves they do. And some know just enough to become dangerous.” “The hunters.” “Yes.” I rubbed my fingertips against the edge of the table. “They’re not just drunk men with guns.” “No.” My house creaked around us as wind moved over the roof. I glanced toward the dark square of the kitchen window, where my own reflection stared back pale and wide eyed.

Saying that, Damian grabbed a short gun from his hand and moved forward. His love for hunting was something he could not really fathom. All the stress and of his work goes away the moment he enters the bush to hunt. He wasn't really interested in hunting any animal, but just the thoughts of it made him Happy. This was how he has lived his life all these years, making money and hunting without any care of the world. Everyone is scared of him because of how ruthless he can get. He never lets his enemies go unscathed and a lot of rumors were going on about him but he is less concerned about that.

Severin casually opened the conversation after we hit the road. I didn’t respond and looked outside. It’s really quiet tonight. It’s been a while since I’ve experienced this kind of silence, one that wasn’t peaceful at all and laced with anxiety and fear. It’s annoying that we have to look out for hunters as well, as if existing as a supernatural creature wasn’t hard enough as it is.

"Why not?" "You could've had a peaceful life as a doctor, healing people and saving lives. With your talent, you would've become a legendary physician. But agreeing to search for the assassins means you'll be venturing into our world, one filled with violence and bloodshed. There's no room for kindness here." "What are you trying to say, Lord Drakeford?" Cassian asked, still not getting it yet. "Do you remember what Nino said? He made it clear there's nothing in this world he can't find out if he wants to," Thiago reminded Cassian.