Hunter Burn Novels & Stories

He stated arrogantly, "You'd better not come begging me on your knees later on, Cynthia!" I let out a sneer before saying, "You should wait until tonight, when you've actually managed to lift the curse, before you discuss what happens next, Oliver." Oliver, being Don Bryant's son, was the target of numerous assassination plots even before his birth, prompting the family to conceal his true birth date. He was actually born on the same day as William, just at a different time. Thus, that particular night served as both William's 23rd birthday and Oliver's last chance for salvation.

And I immediately moved to support him, by allowing him to lean on my breasts. Throwing his head back, he stuck out his index finger and thumb and dug them into the wound that the bullet had created. My eyes widened as I saw him do what I have only ever seen in movies. A gasp came out of my lips as he took out the bullet and threw it away, before leaning back on my breasts.

I had to because I knew Genovese would finally find a reason to give me what I had wanted all this time, I did get it, but just to die before I could fully enjoy it. Genovese was seething, that much was obvious as soon as I walked in, but the man that stood beside him made what little hair I possessed stand to attention. Burn Payne. The cruelest hitman I'd ever come across, and just like his name, he lived to burn and to cause pain. He was a sadist, with an empire of his own. He'd once killed a man publicly for having the guts to look him in the eyes, he'd gutted the man like a pig.

Izzy was walking through a forest of fire. The heat was overwhelming. The flames licked at her limbs, her arms and legs were burning, and her hair was set aflame. She screamed as she fought the flames away, pushing them back with her bare hands. She couldn't do anything other than watch as her body burned. She was slowly disintegrating under the heat of the flames, and she was helpless against its fury. She knew she was dying, she knew she was doomed to the burning inferno even as she fought for relief. She couldn’t see help but still she couldn’t give up on the promise of an escape so she fought on, thrashing and yelling out for help.

He pick up the call. Hunter doesn't know what his friend heard, because his now furious friend cursed and stuffed his phone inside his pocket. "We have to go now. The house is on fire." "What?!" Hunter's voice came out as a whisper. 'The house' was the place where they keep their all weapons and documents. He gritted his teeth before standing up and stomping out of there, followed by Kaiden. __________________ "Don't you have anything to say to me?" Arjun asked after his staring contest with his best friend.

He said rather lightly, making Zara's heart grow bigger in her chest. "That's not how I intended to kill him. But what a clever man he is. He chose the easiest way to pay for his sin to get me off his back." Hunter added it with ease. He let out a sigh then looked at his guards. "I hope you guys have come to realize how sensitive a pènis is, and what fire can do to it. So lads, keep yours protected. You now know a severe burn to it can be fatal." He jested in a plain voice.

The seers cleared a path for him, killing a few newly hired amateur guards in the process with coordinated precision and unspoken understanding. Hound sprinted up the stairs, his fire spreading onto the walls, accidentally knocking a pregnant woman down in a tackle. She burned to ash, leaving only remnants of her bones and that of her underdeveloped infant behind. Finally, they reached door number 14. Without hesitation, he burned a human-sized hole into it, only to meet the sight of the glass compartment filled to the brim with Argent’s unmoving body inside.

“I said don’t move or the burns will be rubbed.” “Where is the boy?” “Oh, the boy you were brought in with?” “Yes.” “He was taken to the city hospital. His burns are severe.” Hunter seemed a little confused, “How long have i been out?” “It’s been three nights now,” the nurse responded and went to tend to another patient. Three nights, he thought. He had never been unconscious for three nights in his life. Perhaps he was getting old because what he went through that night was nothing compared to the adversities he had crossed paths with in his entire life.

Even so, he clenched his jaw and pushed through the heat to reach me. He tried to put out the flames on me with his bare hands. The moment he touched the fire, his hands were burned black. His skin curled back and exposed raw pink flesh. The agony on his face made my heart shatter. “Wendy, don’t worry. It doesn’t hurt.” I had never seen Hunter in such a desperate state. If it were not for me, he would never be in this situation. Regret was tearing me apart. Just then, Yelena’s high heel slammed into the wound on Hunter’s back. She pressed down with all her weight.

And I shove past them both, storming toward the warehouse like a man possessed. My pulse is a war cry. My heart a warning bell. Nothing, Everest King, Richard, Burner’s games, nothing is going to keep me from Marion. If death waits behind those doors, then so be it. *** A rough hand clamps down on my shoulder before I can storm ahead. “If you insist on throwing yourself into danger, at least stay behind the men with guns,” Burner mutters, dragging me back like I’m some reckless rookie. He strides past, coat sweeping behind him like he’s auditioning for some goddamn Western.