Hunter Golden Guard Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I did. You're only making it worse, so you might as well keep your mouth shut." "What—" "What Gunner was trying to say was that he wasn't just a bodyguard, as he is also one of the owners of their security agency. He and his brother founded their agency," I told Annie. Annie nodded her head. "Oh...I see..." she said as she finally understood what Gunner wanted to say. I looked at Gunner and gave him a look that says, 'See? That was easy.' He didn't say anything nor give me a reaction and just averted his gaze instead, making me shake my head.

Zend said again. “Hey, give me one Zend,” Usher ordered. “Tsk. I shouldn’t have asked,” Zend said and handed one to Usher. “So what you're saying is...” Vince said. “...I should pretend that my life is in danger so that the beast will show up?” “Could be,” Usher replied once biting into the cream puff. “But not exactly. God, this cream puff is damn delicious.” “Right? See I told you,” Zend said. “Here Vince, eat this so you won't be stressed by your beast. You should feel so lucky, you have a guardian beast haha. Get it?” Zend joked.

Tonight, it's either me or him dies. I chose my weapon carefully, and a shiny dagger caught my attention. It was placed inside a show glass covered with cloth. Along with it are guns that I have never seen in my entire life. I bet they are lethal. I put the gun and extra bullets in the holster and strapped the dagger around my waist, hiding it under my coat. ******* Ezekiel rented a house in the city for our meeting. He was under my watch the moment he arrived here. However, it was funny how a goon like him traveled with a few men. But it suits me perfectly.

Otis explained immediately. “And you, Oliver?” “I applied as her personal bodyguard. I got his father's trust, and I think I have her trust, too. I just need to make it stronger and some time to make my plan happen,” he nodded at me and stared at the two of us. “You are both playing fire,” he commented. “You must guard your hearts. Who knows? Adira is a woman that every man would want to marry.” I remained silent as I remembered what almost happened last night.

They could not help him even if they wanted to. The leader said grimly, “Our job is to protect you. Get Mr. Quinn out of here!” One of the guards hauled Stephen up and ran. The killers chased after them. Hugo was shot in his abdomen and could no longer get up. Watching their retreating backs, he struggled to lift his phone and called Stephen once again.

My nerves were already frayed, and the air smelled electric—like the kind of storm that didn’t just drench you, it cursed you. The guard opened the back door. I slid into the seat without a word. He moved to open the passenger side for Bram. But Bram didn’t get in. He stood there. Still as a damn statue in the downpour. Then he pulled out his phone. Typed something fast. The guard’s phone buzzed. He checked it, brow furrowing. “But sir” the guard try to say Another buzz. He flinched. I caught a glimpse of the screen as he lowered it:

It was Leah, with the cabin’s first aid kit and a flashlight. The moon reappeared, and now Shannon could make out Larry securing Duffy’s hands behind his back with handcuffs. The fight had left Duffy’s companion the moment Larry had quite literally shot the pistol out of his hand. But just in case either one of the intruders got twitchy, the man that Pete had referred to as Larry’s uncle seemed to be taking great pleasure in leveling his shotgun at both intruders to ensure they remained cooperative. Shannon saw the lights of police cars and ambulances coming down the long driveway toward the cabin, and she stood and waved her arms.

He just stood there in the office. The city lights blinked at him like a thousand mocking eyes, like they already knew. The gala memories wouldn’t leave him, the gunshot, glass raining down, the sting in his ears. Over and over, the moment looped, carving itself deeper until it felt like his skull had been branded. Someone had tried to end him tonight. Somebody close was feeding him to the wolves. And now this text is a pointed, deliberate strike aimed straight at Damien Wolfe. The man he had let in. The man who was supposed to protect him.

Hound countered. “And what does that mean?” “He’s part of an organization that sells information for profit,” Hound explained. “They’ve been watching me for a while now. Leaving him alive isn’t an option.” Emily’s voice softened, her tone pleading. “There has to be another way.” Hound ignored her as they took a sharp turn, arriving at Blackstone, a renowned store for battle wear, weapons, and ether-infused gear. Two guards in rare, glimmering armor flanked the entrance, nodding to Hound as he passed.