El Cazador Quiere Vivir Tranquilamente Novels & Stories

Dave was perplexed as he took out the photograph of the dots he had taken from Lek-Mraphi's home. His gaze was drawn to its contents. The dots on the back were more distinct, but not entirely. His two captors stood a breath away, calm, but Dave could see the urgency in Javier's eyes. The man had grown exceedingly agitated, even twitchy. It was a trait he'd observed in many treasure hunters and his fellow artist over the years. The more novice treasure hunters searching for infinite wealth could practically taste their thoughts of a life of comfort and luxury as they got closer to their goal. Not that he could blame them, even Catherine doesn't have any idea about his many trips with the hun

I watched in amazement at how good he shot arrows and he is very good at hunting animals. Strange isn't it? A billionaire having this kind of life is more like the second phase of his life. There's more to this guy that I need to know. Our regular might be fake but I suddenly have this desire to be part of this difficult life he is living. A life here in the pack where everything seems peaceful.

“What do you know? This is what it means to be truly living.” James took a long drag and blew a smoke ring before throwing the cigarette butt on the ground. Casually, he said, “I’ve had enough of the killing and violence. Thea is the only important thing in my life now. I want to stay with her for the rest of my life and make her as happy as possible.”

"Life has a way of stripping us down to what matters. You’re alive. That’s a start." I looked at the others. There was a young boy, maybe ten years old, sleeping with his head on a sack of grain. His father was sharpening a knife, his eyes constantly darting toward the treeline. We were deep in the brush, far from the main roads, but nobody felt safe. "Do you think they'll come this far?" I asked. My voice felt small. The father looked up. "The Hunters don't care about the woods or the roads. They care about the prize. And right now, the King has put a very high price on a certain head."

He says. "Then we'll do the same as what we did with the Hunters. We will stop them at every turn. We will find all of their hideouts and we will burn them alive. Because he has royally pissed me off now. This was meant to be our time for relaxing and just living our lives. I don't want to run all over the countryside right now chasing after these pricks. Again." I say. "I know. Neither do I. I want to stay here too. But I have a feeling that he's not going to let us do that." He says.

Charlotte. We noticed that the Pack was no longer in the same spot we left, meaning only one thing. "There was an attack," said Iris. "The world sure is more chaotic now, one fight here, another fight there. I just wanna live in peace and create drugs," Trinity said, annoyed. "I hope everyone is safe. Also, Hunter, are you okay?" I asked as Hunter was still on my back. He didn't answer, but I did hear a 'Snore!'; he's sleeping in this kind of situation? What sort of man is he?

i said, trying to catch my breath after the heavy marathon race i did "You were lucky to escape from their hands, i have currently took the other packs to safety, the hunters will be left devasted after hunting and catching nothing, they will be deeply pained" he said

“Took you long enough.” I pulled off my helmet, glaring at him. “You couldn’t just think to ask before throwing my name into your little suicide mission? Huh?” He shrugged. “It would not have been as fun.” “Cassian….” “Oh relax,” he cut in, smirking. “I bet you needed this.” “I needed peace, and not a police chase.” “Same thing, just different engine.” I wanted to just punch him in the face. Instead, I looked at Nuala and then my gaze fixed on the stretch of road that waited ahead, empty and dangerous.

All I want is for the world to be at peace once more. "You will, and I know they are happy right now because they are free from that place, those that died, I know they are glad because they no longer have to endure that sort of torment," Hunter added. "Having a serious conversation?" Steel asked. I smiled at him, he sat beside us.

He had to ask. “My friend lives by himself in the vast desert of San Coro. Ordinary postmen are not able to get to him since he lives in a very dangerous area. If you are asking why, I do not know either. He is a retired Hunter and only wanted to live alone, that is all I know.” Matthew felt something was fishy here, so he had to ask a bit more. “Why don’t you put up a quest on the quest board?”