Hunter-gardener Novels & Stories

I roll my eyes at them, but I have to admit they are adorable. "Hey, guys!" Ari says, finally catching up from behind us. She left us earlier to follow some girls who needed her help with something. "Do you know that we have a new gardener? And he's really nice." "Okay...but that's kind of weird information to share early in the morning, Ari," Britanny commented. I freeze in my tracks. It is weird that this school has a gardener in the first place. But there's nothing weird about it now that the gardener had turned out to be Uncle Fern. It's simply dangerous. I look at Ari, making sure she was okay.

The smell of rich earth and sweet basil was very strong. In the middle of the green rows, they saw Silas. Silas was the gardener. He was young, maybe twenty-five, and he was built like a bull. He was shirtless, and his dark skin was covered in a mix of sweat and dirt. He was holding a large hose, watering the plants. When he saw Sarah walking toward him naked under her robe, he stopped. He didn't look shocked. He looked like he had been waiting for this invitation his whole life.

Actuall Hunter, which it turns out his name is, is quite enthusiastic about my plans for the garden, and he helps me to locate a pair of work gloves, a shovel, and some long-handled shears. I attack the tomato plants with great enthusiasm and vigor, snipping here and trimming there, chattering to myself ... and the plants ... all the while, making my wolf mumble something about losing one's mind. “Here you are. You will be much happier without …,” Snip, “...This branch, and I'm sure you'll do better if you're thinned out …,” Clip, "... Right here."

“A human?” “Not just a human.” I stepped forward, keeping the knife between us. “A hunter.” His lips curled into a sneer as he took a step toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. “You must be Riley’s pet.” His eyes raked over me, his grin widening. “I can smell him all over you. Leave it to Riley to fuck up this bad. A human? And not just any human—a hunter?” He barked a laugh. “Call it off.” My voice was steady, though every muscle in my body was coiled tight. “Whatever you’re planning to do to him, end it. I heard you, Liam. You killed Marcus, not Riley.”

“Well, he’s not the most intelligent kid out there. I only want the best for my little girl.” Genevieve knew that her father was just being caring, but his stern undertone still made her feel defiant. “And if the sink keeps dripping, you’re going to have to call the plumber. I’ve left his number on the kitchen table,” said Mr Peterson, as they stood in the utility room. The bright daylight shone in through the window, and out of the corner of her eye, something caught Genevieve’s attention. For there in the garden, was a big tall black man doing some gardening. His huge muscular arms exposed as he was bare-chested, fiddling with the lawnmower cord. The sun bounced off his hulking frame, and

“Is he still looking at me?” Flora asked Eva as they ascended the few steps leading up to the main house. Flora looked back and saw that the gardener was still gazing at them. He stood motionless as a statue as he stood near the hedge with a pair of pruning shears in his hands. He glanced at the hedges that he was pruning and saw some branches that protruded above the otherwise uniform surface of green leaves. Then, the gardener returned his gaze at the women as he snapped his shears and cut the protruding branches with the sharp sound of sliding metal blades. The offending branches fell to the ground soundlessly as the gardener looked on. The result was an almost smooth and immaculate surfa

I parked in the same place as last night. I grabbed my tablet, looking over the surveillance footage. I had set up a hack last night when I was here, so I could easily get in tonight. I knew I couldn't play around with the power, so instead, I decided to be a bit more creative. I could see from the feeds that there were a lot more security guards here tonight. Ace really upped his game. Too bad for him that security is my family name, so there was no such thing as an unbeatable system. I hope Hunter doesn't take out his aggression on Ace. He really is a good guy. In a way, he reminds me of the fun uncle. The family member that tries hard to never have to discipline anyone while being the one

" I have no idea what's going on with me, but when I woke up this morning, I felt really aggravated. It's not that I was out all day yesterday; rather, what I'm trying to make sense of is this sudden feeling that I've had all day today. Without a shadow of a doubt, I asked, "Didn't you realize that the plant you were not aware is a herbal? It's a crucial component whenever you're healing wounds," and I meant every word. "Moreover, you're a gardener, right? For sure you know what the difference is between grasses and plants that have a lot of purposes. Calendula's outward appearance, on the other hand, isn't perplexing at all." My attention was drawn to the skull tattoo that the gardener had

Those cameras were so well hidden that the normal eyes could never spot them. The pool was big and beautiful. The top attractive place of the villa was its garden. It was enriched with all kinds of flowers and plants. Whoever was in charge of it did a great job. "Who does gardening?" Amy asked. "Mr. Harrison. He does not live here." Grace replied and began moving again. "It's okay for today. You can leave now, Grace" Amy dismissed Grace who looked like that was what she had wished for the entire time.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.