Hunter Clarington Novels & Stories

I heard someone say. "I repeat myself, Karen is not a Hunter." Oscar barked at them. "She is the legitimate daughter of Giles' only son, John Hunter," someone explained. "Then she is of no use to you. A child that was dumped and forgotten does not count." Oscar said with confidence. "Not when she is the last descendant. If we kill her, we will succeed at eradicating Hunter's bloodline," he said, trying to convince Oscar to hand me over. "And John Hunter?" Oscar asked.

was the evil man’s response. “Why am I about to lose my son just as I got him?” King Hunter questioned Clayton’s state as he joined us, fully dressed in a new outfit. I snatched the photo before Clayton could give it to his father. “It’s nothing.” “Because that wasn’t suspicious at all,” King Hunter teased. Clayton eventually recovered from his laughing spree. “Oh man! That’s the best thing I’ve ever learnt about you thus far.” “You’d better remember who you’re spending the rest of your life with,” I warned.

Clark smiled and tab Wilford's shoulder. "She is my fiancee still, Uhm, I guess I'm gonna have to do something about that, I'm not here to argue with you, I mean I have very important things to do, like giving these flowers to Hannah and making sure she eats this chocolate and one more thing that no one knows but you are my friend and um I'm gonna tell you now." Clark exclaimed. "What is that?" Wilford asked. "I'm naming my new company C&H Enterprise." Clark answered.

Forgive this handsome guy, huh? About the news where Dalton Huxley was found to have broken out and been haunted until he eventually committed suicide by Jumping off a tall cliff end, And the news of Clarissa Huxley having a rare kind of heart diseases due to intake of too many hard substances to keep her still beautiful and youthful, I didn't mention you to you because I thought it wasn't necessary. Furthermore, you'd eventually also find out for yourself. With regards to having known your biological family. I've known gray for as much as I've known Zolan Wales. But we both have different focuses and goals. Different inspiration and all of it.

Ismeralda pressed on, “then let’s insist that Ama agrees to the arrangement prepared for his granddaughter. We must not give her a chance to break free!” “We agree! Don’t worry—just don’t forget about us!” shouted a firm and dominant voice. From the shadows emerged Clark Renoval, the third highest-ranking member of the Clinthon Crown Clan. His posture was upright, his presence heavy—each step echoing with authority. His shoulders were broad, his eyes sharp enough to pierce through flesh. He was no mere subordinate; he was known as the clan’s “iron arm,” famous for unmatched bravery and loyalty… yet now, that very loyalty bowed before Ismeralda.