Hassan Kite Runner Novels & Stories

He just stood there, observing the fractured pieces of my composure with a strange, heavy quietness. “This isn't Damien’s script, Katniss,” Hassan said quietly, his deep voice carrying a strange, grounded weight that momentarily silenced the chaotic screaming in my head. “It’s ours. And unlike your ex, I don't write lies that lead to a slaughter. We build a story that makes them back the fuck off.”

behind my back. Here, I was just Wenna Wade. Quiet girl, back home after her parents died too young. And I was happy. The kind of happy that felt solid. So when Hugh dragged his sorry self up to the gate, all tired eyes and lost-boy drama, the peace cracked. My smile dropped. He looked rough. Thinner. Stubble shading his jaw. Wrinkled designer suit, mud-stained shoes like he'd crawled halfway here. He just stood there, chest rising and falling, staring at me. Relief, guilt, disbelief—it all hit at once, hard and messy.

Zach’s eyes scanned the invite and a familiar scent hit him. This year, however, was different. Whispers had reached his ears, whispers suggesting that a certain runaway might make an appearance. His runaway. The thought sent a thrill of anticipation through him, a dark excitement that bordered on mania. He had spent five long years tracking her, his anger simmering just below the surface, and his obsession only growing stronger with each passing day. Now, the hunt was about to end. He called for his Beta, Damon, a massive wolf with a scarred snout and a loyalty that ran as deep as the earth. "Damon," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "Prepare everything. We leave at once."

John started to say something but as soon as my cold glare reached him, he froze. "From now on, don't you dare call me that. Its Mr Hayes for you from now onwards. If my Granny's health wasn't at it's stake, I would have kicked all you out from this place." "Ch… Mr Hayes… Eva betrayed not only you, but us too. We are sorry for…"

I was still met with silence. “Jericho, trust me… I know how this sounds. I really do. A Hunter and a Vampire, I know… But I'm all in, I'm invested in this now. I need to save him. If I can find out who ordered the hit, I could try and convince them to withdraw it. If I can’t, then the contract will be reassigned and it will be war. I will kill anyone who tries to come for him.” I said.

Kevin said. "Would you like to work for me?" Hunter asked and the guy nodded instantly. "Very well, then. Train hard for now. If need be. I want you to go on missions with me," Hunter said and Kevin thanked him before joining others. Hunter needed a trusted man who wouldn't give every minute detail to Rasmus. He'll make Kevin one of his strong warriors and a trusted man because the guy has potential. Hunter glanced at the couple striding in with smiles on their faces. The trainees looked happy to see them. Reid and Clarke had been excellent teachers and all the trainees liked them. It was odd that Hunter never doubted them.

“Hunter.” Kyra stopped and took a deep breath and looked at Luther. She was astonished. “Don’t underestimate me, I can kill you ...” Luther laughed. “I like your courage but I’m ahead of you ...” Kyra looked at Luther seriously. “You will fail.” “Well, let’s see if you are right,” Kyra said. Luther raised his hand and black smoke stopped Kyra’s feet from moving and even her hands. Luther grinned as he looked at her. Amira wanted to approach Kyra, but Cael stopped her.

he commanded, his attention riveted on her, his posture radiating urgency. Claire did, explaining about Youssef Khan and how he was linked to Hassani, how Titanium Security was involved in everything. She mentioned Khalia Patterson and her father, John, his kidnapping and murder and the riots that had cost the life of the American security contractor Scottie Easton. Alex’s mouth was a thin line by the time she finished. “You realize who Hassani is, right?” She nodded. “I do now.” And it made her feel sick to think of Gage being involved in anything to do with that slimy asshole.

"Work faster." He ended the call. Less than ten minutes later, another message appeared. We have movement. Kane opened it. He's at the airport . We're tracing his route. Another message arrived. Possible destination: Milan. Kane's eyes narrowed. Milan. So that was his game. Run. Hide. Wait until everything cooled down. Then come back when he needed something. Kane knew men like him. They didn't disappear because they wanted peace. They disappeared because they were preparing their next move.

A Luna taking care of her pack. The realization should have scared me. Five years ago, I'd run from exactly this kind of responsibility, this weight of other people's lives in my hands. But watching Jack direct the younger members in fortifying our perimeter, seeing Sable coordinate supply runs with the efficiency of a born tactician, I felt something I hadn't experienced since leaving Darius. I felt like I was home. "Mama, are those bikes dead?" Eli's voice drew my attention to where he stood among the motorcycle graveyard, his small hand resting on the gas tank of a rusted Sportster. Even at four, he could sense the history in this place… the dreams and failures that had been buried in the