El Cazador Quiere Vivir Tranquilamente Novels & Stories

He searched for the right words. “A possibility that hasn’t chosen its shape yet.” Mira considered that. “Then we prepare.” Kazan exhaled. “I am tired of preparing for the next war.” She didn’t answer immediately. “I know.” He looked at the river. “I’ve spent most of my life thinking about what comes next.” The next threat. The next battle. The next person who needed protection. “I want something else.” Mira moved closer. “What?” Kazan looked at her. “A home.”

“No councils. No blood everywhere.” His eyes shifted briefly toward the balcony. “No waking up every morning expecting another attack.” For a moment his expression softened slightly. “I think I’d like peace.” Something about hearing Hunter say that hurt me deeply. Because he sounded like someone who barely believed peace was real anymore. I smiled faintly anyway. “You’d probably get bored after three days.” A quiet laugh escaped him. “Probably.” I leaned slightly against him carefully. “What else?” Hunter looked down at me. “What?” “If the war ends,” I said softly. “What else would you want?”

He just wanted to fulfill what he promised: For both of us to be free from this bloody world. - And I know that's what you want... - He says frustrated. - Living in another world, being fair... not getting blood on yourself, not living with someone who lives that way. - We look at each other and his eyes are dark. - I'm a mafioso and I would never give up on that... but I know that's not your world. Even though I really wanted it to be.

“I fixed it! I…I actually..” The wire snapped in half. He stared at it. “…I hate this job.” Mara rolled her eyes. “Move. I’ll fix it.” Rubio muttered something about quitting and becoming a baker. Cassian stepped toward the table, picking up a tracker. “We go in silence. No guns unless we have to. No noise. No casualties unless there’s no choice.” Rubio stared at him. “No casualties? Are you feeling merciful now?” Cassian glared. “No. I just don’t want anything drawing attention.”

The frame of his eyes molds up to resemble daggers, with his heart angrily bouncing up and down inside his chest. "Should we follow them?" the driver asks. "No," Butcher neglects the idea. "They violated the rules. It's obvious they want a war...and we'd give it to them," Butcher bounces into the car. "Call the boss," he orders his phone. ... Sophia walks into a RV at one side of the village away from the houses. She looks worried and at the same time quite confused. "What's wrong?" The Hunter who prepares eggs at the kitchen of the RV questions her.

My face fell. "Casey, what's wrong with you? So you're going back there? To the Werner family home?" "Gin... Becoming a hunter of shadow creatures has been your dream for a long time. But, if I'm just a burden to you, I'd better get out of here so you can be free to carry out your duties as a hunter."

"Hunter's status is like a defeated warrior in a battlefield who makes sure that everyone goes down with him. He's heading to a place where he won't see for the sun for a long while. Are you trying to give a monster an opportunity to dictate our peace?" "I'm only allowing truth to dictate our lives", I responded almost immediately. "I have spent months only to realize that my every steps and actions are being recorded. Not recounting that the family I placed hope on had their dark secrets which I didn't know. Honestly, I'm fed up with that life and I deserve to know the truth. If there's anything, please let me know about it. Don't do this for no reasons but for the life we wish to love and

I looked outside the window and saw nothing unusual at all. Well, except the fact that we're in the freaking mountain and in the middle of a forest! What has gotten into Ezekiel to have such a place in this kind of area?! "You're probably wondering, right?" Hunter suddenly asked, but I didn't look at him. "The Riego's are known for living an extravagant life, almost the same with the nobilities or even better than that, but something like this exists in a secluded place?" Hunter laughed at his own question before I faced him and our eyes met through the rear view mirror. "This is just one of many headquarters he has. Would you be able to survive seeing everything in each of them?"

“Here and there. I spend most my time on the road. Seen a lot of this great country. Met a lot of fine folks.” Then Chase understood. Taz was part of a dying breed, men so obsessed with rodeo they’d given up anything resembling a normal life. The lure of a championship buckle proved too strong, and like an addict, Taz couldn’t separate himself from his fix of possible rodeo glory. Being a rodeo cowboy was all he knew. All he wanted to know. Chase remembered being at an event with Colby, and the late night conversation at the campground about old timers competing on the circuit. Both Colby and his traveling partner, Trevor Glanzer, swore they’d quit before they gave their entire lives up to t

“You saw it. This person tries to steal our cars in broad daylight. Mr. White has given word to catch the thief by any means. Don’t worry. He has you covered if you incapacitate or kill him.” Hunter emerged from the showroom and stared at Kaze grimly. When did he become a car thief?” Kaze’s eyes glistened eerily. “Hunter, tell old Angel he’s welcome to kill me. Don’t try to make up a ridiculous excuse.”