Novel & Cerita Gourmet Hunters Hxh

Not wanting to conclude, I braced myself for whatever may happen. A beautiful black woman came to join Gavin at the VIP. Her ebony skin glowed. She looked like a goddess. I was surprised when Gavin told me she was a hunter. Her name was Ruth. Gavin called her ruthless Ruth. She had perfect dentition and very white teeth. We said hi, and she sat with us. The waiters brought non-alcoholic wine and two bottles of champagne. Some club sandwiches and other tiny bite-size food. I figured that was what Oscar was up to when he left us for a few minutes. He had gone to make the orders instead of sending me like last time.

Suddenly, a voice behind me pulled me out of my thoughts. “Tough night?” I turned only to see Ashern. I smiled when I got up. “How long ago did you get here?” I hugged him. “Not long. But I was waiting for you.” I sat down with him as he opened his tab and ordered a few drinks. The club wasn't as busy and loud as it always was. Perhaps, it was because we were in the vvip section. “Is Galen still being a Jerk?” “Of course not. He's lovely. I love my husband; you know that.” I forced a smile even though all I wanted to do was cry.

Now I'm feeling dirty, and I hate this so much. She turns to me and gives me a big and happy smile like we know each other for ages like we are the best couple ever. I appreciate her trying, but I don't like a cheap woman around me. I'm a lone wolf, and besides that, I love fancy and good-looking females, not these pyjamas with butterflies and sleepers. "Hey, Hunter. I prepared some..."

she asked, trying to steer the conversation away from her. "Did you cook something?" Hunter asked, his eyes drifting to the mess on the kitchen’s preparation table. Flour dusted the counter, a pot lay abandoned in the sink, and the faint smell of burnt food lingered in the air. "What are you hiding? Judging by the chaos here, it looks like you’ve been cooking. Is that what you’re trying to hide behind your back?" His sharp observation left Aleah scrambling for words. "Just so you know, you don’t need to hide it. I already saw it," Hunter said confidently as he reached out, gently taking Aleah’s hand and retrieving the plate from behind her. The dish he now held bore a striking resemblance to

Harrison nodded and left the room. Harrison went out of the room, and after a few minutes, he returned with a tray of food. Claire's stomach growled as the delicious smell filled the room. The scent of fresh bread, roasted meat, and steamed vegetables made her mouth water. Harrison placed the tray in front of her, and Claire eagerly reached for a piece of bread, tearing it apart with her fingers. The bread was soft and warm, with a light crust on the outside, and it melted in her mouth. She savored the flavor, feeling like she hadn't tasted anything so delicious in ages.

“No Alpha, but I have the report from Hugo about the substance that was in the hunter's blood.” “Really? What was it?” “It was a combination of Cocaine, Androstenedione, Erythropoietin, Bisoprolol, all human drugs and they mixed them with Vampire Blood, making the effects heightened.” “That is a strange combination.” “Yes it is, and because it is such and it was found in a hunter's system. I contacted Hudson and got him to do some digging and use some of his bed partners again to gather some much-needed information. He found out that it is called batch 839 or since it kind of works how they want, it's known by the Hunters as ‘The Hunters Serum’. Now, not very many of the hunters take it, as

Their utility belts, laden with pouches and holsters, hold an array of weapons and tools that make me gulp. The Hunters' hands are encased in sleek, black gloves with reinforced knuckles, as if they're expecting a fistfight with a brick wall. Their faces are partially hidden by dark green domino masks that stretch horizontally across their eyes, leaving their chiseled jaws exposed. It's a look that screams, "I'm a professional badass, and I know it." "Young lady," One of them rumbles, "get away from him. He's a vampire, and a killer at that."

“You mean they haven’t returned. They should have been back by now. We all went our separate ways to hunt. I don’t have any answers for you, mom. Please, can we just get a move on with this ceremony? I would like to rest for a couple of hours.” “Okay. We’ll talk later.” Mom says, and her eyes glaze over as she summons my dad. Suddenly the pungent smell of pine and citrus wafts in my direction, along with that of blood from fresh kill, and I glance over to the dungeon’s entrance to see Xavier with a buck significantly larger than mine on top of his back. He comes to stand before me, crouches down and bucks it off to where it lays in front of my feet. ‘Our mate is fantastic. Mmmmm. We should e

Xander said to Hunter who glared at the steak pondering if it was poisoned or worse; mixed with some magical potion to get him and his family killed. Those jade hues glanced at Silvia only to find her hazel spheres already fixed on him. There was something in those hazel dunes that made him believe she knew what was going through his head and it caused his smoldering gaze to intensify on her. Pushing the steak aside he filled his plate with lasagna all the while keeping their intense eye lock. Silvia gave no emotion away as she focused her eyes on her food but Hunter kept glaring at her. Emma cleared her throat garnering everyone's attention.

The wood creaked under his steps and it was followed by the soft sound of him humming under his breath, like it was just another ordinary day. I forced my gaze up, and there he was. Orin. The bloodied apron he wore seemed almost like a badge of honor to him, the red stains smeared across the fabric as he moved around the room. He was carrying a plate on one hand, filled with raw meat covered in blood and on his shoulder was a deer. He stopped right in front of me. My stomach turned as he placed a fresh plate down in front of me. The thick, metallic smell filled the air, filling the dampness of the room. His lips pulled back in a smirk and I knew, this was like some sick joke—a mockery of wha