Hunter-gardener Novels & Stories

An elderly but good looking man greeted as he walked over to us. "Good evening Mr. Hudson and happy birthday," Philip replied with a smile. Undoubtedly the celebrant. "Thank you, son, I'm assuming this beautiful young lady beside you is your wife." I smiled at him, "Happy birthday Sir, I'm Giordana Forbes, Philip's wife." He accepted my outstretched hand. "Babe I'd like you to meet Mr. Denver Hudson my mentor and business partner, Mr. Hudson like she said, this is Giordana Forbes, my beautiful wife."

Using my elbow, I nudged it open. Past the gate, the pathway was lined with tall and surprisingly well-manicured hedgerows. I squinted at them, uncertain as to why the gardens this close to the building would have been recently cared for, when so much of the neighbouring foliage had been left to either climb the walls or slowly rot away. Keeping my phone held high, I crept closer to the front door.

He was sick of thinking of lewd things. “Sharon aren’t you done yet?,” he asked grumpily. “What do you mean by that? The baby is hungry. Let her eat to her heart content. Stop being jealous,” she answered. “Why would I be jealous of your small sized brea$t? I’ve seen much more than that,” he replied. “ You know what. You are most arrogant rude man I’ve ever met in my life,” she retorted angrily. “I bet you’ve never met guys like me before. What am I even saying? You’ve never met anyone like me before. I’m the nation’s husband,” he said.

He shrugged. " Not much. Frankly, I don't think we've used it a long while. But the gardener comes in once a while to trim the flowers." He said. " Okay," I said and nodded. " If there's one mistake hired goons do, especially the novices, it's to leave their tracks behind. And if this garden hasn't been used in a long while, we can still find something." I speculated. " What do you mean?" Xander asked.

He was in his gardening clothes with a shovel and a bucket, along with the dirt all over his clothes making it visible for anyone who would see him find out. Robin examined him from top to toe and asked, “Are you the gardener? Can you tell me if the owner is home or not?”. Bruce dropped his shovel from his hands. “I am the owner, Bruce Hamilton. Who are you calling gardener!” he yelled in a loud voice. “What?”. “Pick up your phone.” He instructed looking down at Robin’s feet. Robin glanced down and picked up his phone. But the power wouldn’t turn on so he puts it back in his pocket again.

Not even the forest around us was so much as singed. “I haven’t seen their names on my list,” Hunter said, “Enlighten me on which list you have seen their names on.” “Well…” Collin replied breathlessly, “They are clearly using false names.” “If I find out you have been hunting any more people who are not on the reaper’s list I will kill you,” Hunter growled. Collin whimpered and cowered on the ground. Hunter walked away from him and over to me, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. I didn’t know you were gone until after lunch.”

Chief Robles explained calmly. It was as if I was feeling bad vibes in that gardener. It was as if he wanted to cover up something. What if... "Mister Gardener, where were you when the murder of Mr. dela Cruz happened?" I dared to ask so that I could get out of the simulation. I have a feeling that this gardener is the killer. With his body like a weight lifter, Mr. dela Cruz is no match because of his thin body. But what was his motive for the murder?

When he goes out, Chloe looks at me and lets out a loud giggle. “OMG I can’t believe you blackmailed him with your period.” Chloe says walking towards me making me chuckle lightly. Once Chloe and I get to the garden, I don’t waste any time as I instinctively walk slowly toward the new gardener. When I stand in front of him, he looks up at me. WARREN’S POV

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

He inhaled the cool air and tried to empty his mind. The inspector’s wife was out in the garden too. She was attending to the shrubs which had felt the full force of the storm. The family dog was busy chasing imaginary objects along the length of the garden. Gone were those days when owners named their dogs Moti or Sheru. With the advent of Hollywood in India, it was chic to call your dog Tommy, Jimmy, Joey or Woody. This particular dog was called Bruno and his futile chase ended as soon as he saw the sub-inspector entering through the gate. With his tail wagging, Bruno sniffed him and paced around him in circles. The sub- inspector seemed pleased with the way the handsome labrador welcomed