How Old Is Hunter Toh Novels & Stories

I don't know that much about business so I'm also glad that Hunter and his brother was ready to catch the question for me. "How old are you again, Charylle?" Hailey asked. "Twenty-five. I'll be turning twenty-six next year." I greatly answered her question. "What about you? How old are you?" That question supposed to meant for Hailey but my eyes were being pulled by Hunters presence. He even pointed a finger to himself to ask if I was talking to him, I just nodded and go with the flow to avoid embarrassing myself. "Thirty-two." He answered boringly. I had to bit my lower lip to avoid a grin from spreading. So he's already thirty-two but I'm his first virgin? Isn't he being a really good boy?

Shila said as she also faced the hunter wolf named Garix. Garix finally pulled out his hood, much to all our surprises, letting us see his face. "Do you really think I'm that stupid?" My eyes widened as I looked at him. Garix... This hunter... He was too young! No matter how one looked at him, he was obviously a child! "He's not that young. He's over twenty years old, he just has a baby face and a bit shorter than other males his age," Ether said, walking to me.

She remembered Luna was here a moment ago. Luna happily played with Hunter. She was about seven or eight years younger than Chris, so she did not know what Chris was like when he was little. By the time she was three or four and started remembering things, her brother was already ten, aloof and proud. ‘So, this was what Chris looked like…’ she thought as she looked curiously at Hunter. Her parents and grandparents said he looked just like Chris when he was little. Finally, she had some time with Hunter to herself.

Twisting slightly to look up at Hunter, I studied his face for a long moment. The morning sun gave Hunter’s face a softer and smoother complexion. Looking up at him, he reminded me of the man I met many years ago. Ever since we became mates, he stopped aging, and I wondered if his life would have been better off if he hadn’t met me. He could have found someone else, had kids, lived through old age, and died after a long and happy life. By now, he could have been reborn and started a new life. Now, he is known as a God Killer, and I imagine his life will never be simple if he is with me.

“Ah, you said, as soon as I think we’re ready. Who says we’re not ready now?” “Hunter… we’re only eighteen. We have to get jobs. Yes, we’ll be great parents. But we need to find means to support the kids, remember? We have to make sure we can give them a good life.” He stared at me for a moment and then he chuckled, “You don’t know me very well, do you?” I blinked back at him, trying to understand what he was trying to say. Then I remembered, Hunter Vaughn was a rich kid. But that was not really the point, was it?

"Don't worry too much about Hunter since you've already decided to trust him. Whether or not he shares with you his problems, that's his own decision to make and a matter of his privacy." "I know." Belle let out a sigh. "I hope all goes well for him." Grayson reached out his hand to pinch her cheek. "Alright, let's go mountain hiking, okay? I'm gonna be upset if you keep thinking about other men." She pouted and replied, "Hunter's just a kid. He's 17! He's not even an adult yet." "It doesn't matter." "You're jealous." Smiling, Grayson gave her a milkshake.

"You can come in, honey. What ceremony?" Stella walks in, but looks nervously at the ground and twists her foot in the cute ways kids do when they think they are in trouble. In her little voice, she squeaks, "My hunter induction ceremony". I notice only the wolves look confused. Liam speaks first. "Don't you only do the ceremony after they turn 16 and have made their first kill on a hunt?". Connor smiles so wide, and I can see the proud look in his eyes. "Hunters take our children out for their first hunt at about 16, but they get inducted as a hunter when they make their first kill, no matter their age".

I glanced at him, my eyes wide with curiosity and confusion, and he swiftly enlightened me. “As a symbol of my being a hunter, I offer each member of the family a weapon they are better accustomed to wielding. Even though you may not consider yourself a hunter ‘officially’, you undoubtedly are one to others. Because being a Cadwell will instantly label you as one.” He added as I continued to stare at the gun in front of me. Although I feel confident using this weapon, I still find it hard to accept that Grandpa will ever hand one to me. So I’m a hunter, huh? I am not an official member, but since I am also a Cadwell, I am still considered as one.

I am not going to attach my feelings to any hunter now. I got up and stormed out of his room to my room. I can't keep my cool now. "Why does he always say the things that hurt me the most? I thought that after so many years, he would have changed, but no, he is still the same douchebag that knows nothing but to hurt me mentally, emotionally, and physically." When his words rang in my ears again, a few tears slipped from my eyes. Jace is five years older than me. He is 29, and he was one of my trainers when I was living with the hunters. His quality of observing everything led him to know about me the most, but I hate him for the same reason. He always has the exact words to hurt me.

Not even Hunter has dared trespass. Taking a cup of coffee from the coffee maker, I prepare a couple cups and think about what I’m going to say to Stryker. Hunter walks in minutes later. He’s wearing his usual band shirt and grunge jeans over his slender form. Hunter is in his early twenties. He’s also one of the best tech hackers in the world. I found him working at a Pep Boys several years ago fixing computers for extra cash while doing illegal side hacking. I had done some background work on him before I brought him into the fold. He has been an invaluable asset since. He lived in the garage for a couple of years before he fell in love. He and his girlfriend, Maleah, are sickeningly perfe