El Cazador Quiere Vivir Tranquilamente Novels & Stories

Maybe Casper was really interested in me in some way. “You know you're not the only problem in this town, right? There are many wolves here and many hunters. Even if I agree, it's still a low guarantee,” Lancelot said. “I would need a much greater guarantee for me to do that,” he said, staring at me. “If you can do that, I'll tell you what I know and cooperate,” he said. He stared at me for part of his speech.

Damn so we still have to watch our asses. Fuck just when I thought shit can go back to normal we got this to worry about. The possibility of hunters scare me because they just kill our kind with no remorse or regret. I just want peace for me and Mel.

As though I continuously seek out the peace and quiet. And ever since discovering about my kids and surviving multiple gunshot wounds, I have become more desperate for that peace and quiet. Which is why now, twenty four hours after leaving Italy for Mexico in search of another blood to spill, my mind has gone far far away from here. Instead of preparing to hunt a criminal, all I desire is to spend the day with my family. My wife, my beautiful kids, my mother, and my sister. There’s just this desire to focus on the most important things and people in my life for I know not when the chaos will be stirred up to swallow them whole.

The man’s eyebrows shot up onto his brow as he replied,“You’ve gone mad! You can’t just go around releasing dangerous criminals!” His voice, rising from the sheer outrage that the proposal inspired in him. Cazer regretted his poor judgment in telling the Hunter of his plot. However, unable to he dissuaded on the matters undertaking, despite Allen’s clear objection, Cazer attempted to move past him once more. Advancing around the other side of the couch, he stated indifferently, “You don’t have to have any part in it, Pierce.” This being his original design, Cazer had no qualms about his lack of willingness to partake in brazen jailbreak. However, what he had failed to take into account, was

"We're tired, you're injured, and walking into a house with five hunters is suicide without proper recon." "So we wait?" "We plan." Caspian pulled out the hunter's phone, scrolling through messages. "Figure out their setup, their defenses, their escape routes. Then we hit them smart instead of fast." I stood there holding my gun, covered in blood spatter that wasn't mine, listening to them plan the next attack like this was normal. And the scary part? It was starting to feel normal. "Rielle." Caspian's hand on my shoulder pulled me back to reality. "You okay?"

"You have no idea where I'm going," "I don't mind!” Zyran signs, “Don’t blame me,” he muttered and sped up the car. Zyran's car came to a stop on a hill after an hour of driving. He sneered at Cassie as he noticed she was crouched down and still holding the beer. Zyran took the other beer in the back seat and got out of the car.He wanted to go to a quiet place and drink alone whenever he had many worries. His stint as a hunter is one of them.

“Talk, Cruz. You’ve got us all standing here like prey. Who the hell did you see?” Cruz’s jaw flexed as he scanned the treeline again, like maybe the shadow would step out and name itself. “I didn’t see him. Not clearly. Just… felt it. Someone with the kind of patience you don’t find in Rafe’s dogs. Someone who wanted me to know they were there, without ever pulling a trigger.” Gray cursed, dragging a hand down his smoke-streaked face. “That ain’t a soldier. That’s a hunter.” Blade nodded sharply. “Exactly. And hunters don’t waste time unless they’re planning something.”

Nothing was going to stop me. As I walked my anger at the Cacciatore's only increased. What was wrong with these people couldn't they live in a normal house in the city or suburb? No, they couldn't they had to live in boondocks because they weren't normal and had a dungeon filled with heavens know what. I felt like I should alert the authorities about them but then again would anyone believe me when I said there was a family of supernatural hunters living in a jungle and was there any way I'd be able to lead them back to their house.

I wondered loudly. He held my gaze. It seemed that he didn’t quite know the answer to it as well. I chuckled and shook my head. “You’re not sure either, huh? I’ll tell you what. Once I become an elite warrior, I’ll do everything in my power to achieve that peace and harmony that we’re all seeking for decades now. The rich and poor will be gone and everything will be back just like the way we all want it to be.”

Only the heavens know what he told her. Whatever it is, I know he’s not taking her to a peaceful hunt or anything like that; rather, he is actually taking her haunt something dangerous. It’s not anywhere here or within the safe lines of the border. Caine is a psychopath that finds thrill in danger and i'll die before i let him drag my mate into his dangerous adventures.