Novel & Cerita Holden's Hunting Hat

she fires back at him. I hear police sirens in the distance, and breathe a sigh of relief. The car parks at the front door, and Lord help my heart when Holden hops out, wearing his authority, his uniform, and his badge. I reach in, grab that bottle of water, and drink it down. This situation just got a lot hotter and I'm watching with rapt attention. Havoc

She so wanted to be wrong. She found the convicting picture and studied it. The guilty man looked a lot like Elliott but how could he have gotten down the trail and up the other side in the maybe fifteen minutes he was gone from her side? Also, Elliott wore a black Stetson. In fact, she'd never seen him without the hat, either on his head, in his hand, or beside him. She inflated the picture again and even though grainy, neither of the men on the cliff wore hats. Would or could Elliott have taken it off to hide his identity? Do I want him to be guilty? Her heart numbed.

She wondered how stupid she looked with the ridiculous smile plastered on her face. “Right—those darned Movies!”. “..Or the Werewolves did a poor job in keeping their secrets”, Hailey volunteered. Ryan looked at her shaking his head in disagreement. “ Nothing stays hidden forever. Besides, we hunters helped in giving them that unwarranted publicity”. He said the last part with a chuckle as he steadied his hands on the wheel and overtook a Red Ford. Cars had been scarce for the past half hour and Hailey had taken up a mental game of noting the make and the model of the few that passed while also conversing with Ryan or rather questioning him. Just like she was about to do right now.

She had a perfect ass, and as she led him along like a pony, he was able to ogle without her noticing. “Here's your helmet,” she said, dropping his hand and handing him a hard hat. He nearly dropped it because he wasn't paying attention. His mind was still on her posterior. “Helmet?” he asked, turning it around. It looked rather goofy and not at all like something a cowboy would wear. “It's required on campgrounds,” she told him, putting her hands on her hips and giving him a no-nonsense look. “Carter wears one.” “Yeah, well, Carter does a lot of things,” he retorted, but he put it on to make her happy. She grinned at him and put hers on as well. Hers looked a lot cuter than his did.

Holden’s lips curved, a soft chuckle escaping him. “I’m going now,” she said quickly, opening the door. “Holden Lu,” he called after her. “Oh.” She barely nodded, uninterested in discussing his name when she only wanted to see her grandfather. “Alright, Mr. Lu. Goodbye.” Standing outside the car, she waved lightly at him. The red sweater she wore lifted slightly, revealing her slim waist. Holden’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel. With a waist that small… could he even hold it properly?

This time, she was serious in scolding her daughter, “Aino! You’re too much! No play-playing horse-riding! Uncle won’t agree to it!” However, the moment the words left her mouth, Holden said, “Sure! After I finish this cigar, I’ll change into a set of loose and comfortable clothes, then fashion you a little whip. Then we can play horse-riding in the courtyard.” “Really?” Aino looked at Holden with surprise and delight.

Harvey casually threw a badge to the ground. It was the leader’s badge. The badge carried the same authority as the leader. Everyone’s expressions changed immediately, and they all knelt down without hesitation. Holden and Calvin Lowe were the types of people who would look for any excuse to disobey the badge… But not ordinary people. The Shadow Guards knelt, their faces twisted with horror. Only Holden, who had his face all swollen, still hesitated. “Come! Tell me! “Is the badge still useful?! Holden’s eyes kept twitching. He wanted to say something back, but after the brief exchange, he knew he was no match for Rachel.

said Tyler, still holding her up in the air. Autumn rolled her eyes. "Fine. I love you. Happy?" He put her down and chuckled. "Of course." Autumn rolled her eyes. I turned to Hunter and only now did I realize the hoodie he was wearing had 'Keep Calm and Be A Potterhead' printed on the front with a little golden snitch on top of the word 'keep'. "What on earth are you wearing?" He flinched and looked at me nervously. "Do you like it?"

He used his scarf to wipe the lenses before putting them back on his face with a smile as he took in the warm space around him. The woman removed her own gloves and whipped off her hat as if it offended her. With bright red hair exploding from within the depths of the hat, Jody could understand why. That hat could not be comfortable; she dropped her heavy luggage where she stood. This must be her equipment for her ghost hunting. It would be entertaining to see if she could get any of it to work here at the Blue Moon.

Lily's POV The brass bell above the front door of Vance Sports Gear jingled loudly, breaking the quiet afternoon silence of our shop. I looked up quickly from the old cash register, praying with everything I had that it was a regular customer from town. Instead, my worst nightmare walked right through the entrance. Holden stood in the entryway of our shop, looking massive and imposing. He wore a dark black hoodie with the hood pulled up over his messy hair, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.