Hatchet Book Short Summary Novels & Stories

"I know what I'm about to say will sound unbelievable, but I hope that you can listen to me patiently till the end." I sat across from them before spilling the beans about my rebirth in a few broad strokes. "In three hours, the zombie outbreak will begin. I hope that we can survive the apocalypse this time as a family." My voice gradually became choked up. When I remembered the three solitary years I had spent in my previous life, all I could feel was pain and loneliness overwhelming me. The experience of being bitten to death in my previous life still haunted me. The pain of losing my family almost broke me down during the start of the apocalypse. This time, I would not let them leave me no

I was so hungry I saw stars. Everything had double vision. The book of 20-dollar scratch cards Mom gave me felt like a countdown to my death. Only one card remained. The 30 dollars I had won before this, even though I had been incredibly frugal, eating nothing but plain bread and canned soup for every meal, had lasted two weeks at most. My stomach felt like an invisible hand was squeezing it tight, cramping with pain. So I clung to one last shred of hope and called Mom.

“HE’S A FUCKING PREDATOR! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS? HE EATS MEAT! HE HUNTS HIS PREY AND KILLS IT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? YOU’RE MEAT AND PREY ALL WRAPPED UP WITH A PRETTY BOW! FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, NATASHA! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?” I jerked away from him. “THE ONLY CREATURES IN THESE WOODS WHO HUNT ME ARE YOU GUYS!,” I screamed hysterically. I turned around and took off towards home. I didn’t stop running until I reached my porch. I put my key in the lock and tried to turn it. It didn’t move. I frowned and pulled the key out. I double checked that I had the right key, before trying again. Still nothing. I knocked on the door and waited for my mother to answer the door. She hadn’t

I go through hell and back to have everything I have now, cut loose my parents and be on myself. And the hard part of this story is that all this money and power are not coming without a price. The price is a very dangerous one, balancing between a good and a violent crowd. I'm playing between the Pentagon, all military of the United States and the dark side of it. The dark side is gangs, mafia families, a lot of disputes and acts of revenge.

mocked Vincent as he stood proudly amongst his henchmen, “Now taste your own medicine, pretty boy!” ‌ Neither Cedric nor Virginia expected those uncles would bring another batch of armed henchmen into this chaos. Soon, they were outnumbered and overwhelmed by the forces of the conspiring uncles. Cedric’s courage shrunk when he saw one by one his men succumbed to death, leaving only him and the stepmother, but he hid it. Still determined, the young man kept his stance and refused to surrender, despite being cornered and having nobody else to protect him, except his trusty Smith & Wesson.

Harper had escaped. Dying, however, was not part of the plan. This was a battle, not a war – and I had to return to fight another day. I’d dropped the makeshift stake. Alice had seen me drop it, too. We both knew it was the only thing here that could kill her. But the blade – the blade could do some damage, too. She’d underestimated it – just as she’d underestimated me.

The shock wave hurled me to the ground, causing the world to spin for a moment. I sat up and saw black smoke emitting into the air. Getting on my feet again, I saw two other hunters appeared. They drew out their shining hatchets and curved blades from their backs. One of them threw a hatchet at me. I did a back-flip, missing the weapon barely an inch. The other lunged forward, but I welcomed him with a kick to the chest. He went airborne and broke through a window shop.

The authorities won’t go against the Moretti’s or Alessa. “Hey, there are women here who need your help. Please get them back to their families safely. If they need anything in the future. Here is my number. Please have them reach out to me.” I say, handing the officer my number and details. She nods at me and heads further into this shithole to find the poor women. After what feels like forever, Hatchet is taken to the hospital. I look at the blood left behind that stains the floor and walls. My family’s men and some of the members of the MC are carrying the barrels and product outside into the van.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

First one way, then the other. One…Two…Three. The stranger drew a small hatchet from his waist band and brandished it over his head. Perfect. There was a universal gasp throughout the alehouse. All knew what was to come. Savage caught his wrist and stepped under his arm. Moving next to him as he brought the hatchet inward and down. So, the man’s own blade pierced down the center of his stomach. He squealed in objection. Flailing and trying to fight.