Hunter Golden Guard Novels & Stories

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.

Jay commented when I sat on my swivel chair. “Who would not be? Seeing Otis' face can upset me already,” I still want to punch his face right now. “I have news,” I threw my gaze at him. He removed the lollipop inside his mouth before he looked at me. “Adira is looking for a private bodyguard,” when the deafening silence invaded the two of us, I knew that we were thinking the same thing. “I should apply, then.” A tiny smirk played upon my face. The mission is just about to begin. I must be the one to kill Adira Sanchez, not Otis, not the other clans, but me. itsclarixass

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:

Not even when Adrien stared back. “Adrien’s heartbeat quickened faster, and uneven, though his face stayed unreadable. He hated being watched, especially like that.” “Who’s he?” Adrien muttered to Isabella. “He’s Damien Wolfe. Security’s pick after… the threats.” She said it flat, but her mouth tightened. “Ex-military. And he starts tomorrow.” Adrien’s jaw clenched. The anonymous emails, the cryptic voicemails, he had ignored them, and deleted them. He didn’t need a guard dog. “I don’t want him.”

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

We stopped in front of the building's doors which had a large man guarding it. A huge sign hang above the doors written "Golden Silver" in gold and "men only" was written at the bottom in small, silver italics. "No cutting in line," the bouncer said as he folded his arms. Higan gave the intimidating man a black card and he took it. After reading through, he handed the card back to Higan and stepped aside. We walked into the building and I squinted my eyes at the small lights that illuminated some parts of the room with different colours. Some people danced around while others talked in corners.

“The Evergold travelers have reached the north gate, my lady.” Lorelai straightened. Karl released her at once, though the absence of his hand felt like another touch. “Three"” she asked. “Yes. Lord Golden Sunset by name, a secretary called Mattew Cox, and a third traveler under a hood.” The guard hesitated. Karl’s head turned. “Finish.” “The hooded one would not give a name. He showed the gate captain an amulet instead.” Lorelai’s fingers went cold. The guard held out a sketch made in haste: a small oval pendant, cracked along one side, marked on the back with three tiny notches and a crescent scratch near the clasp.

Now that he finally had her in the grasp of his hand, he wasn't letting the little angel go anywhere. ****** Raphaella told the doctor of all the symptoms she had, and the doctor drew blood from her and took it to the lab for testing. So, right now she was waiting in his office for the test results and Raphaella decided to call Betty. “Hey girl, what's up?” Betty asked in her usual, bright tone. Raphaella groaned. “You won't believe who my new bodyguard is.” “Who is it? Is it that hot bodyguard/ model that we always see on TV? Oh my gosh! Is it Dwayne Johnson?” Betty asked, excitedly. Raphaella rolled her eyes at Betty's bad guess.