Hunter Hunter Pfp Novels & Stories

the girl in the car mumbled. “You brought this on yourself Hilary,” Hunter said as he carried her on his shoulder. She tried to shake herself off him but couldn’t manage. Hunter was too strong. He had the body of baseball players. He was six feet tall. His arms were big they could hold three people at once. He had a very hideous face with a beard he well took care of.

I'm a hunter but I don't posses what others do, I sigh taking slow strides, I stop to a halt on hearing whispers, I look behind me to check but no one's there, I move a little forward , I see two people talking on hush tones, I strain my eyes to see who it is, naturally my eyes zoom in on them I could see them clearly even from afar, I could recognize one as goofy(Arthur) and the other is a freaking handsome dude, I watch them talk about few things and I see him pull Arthur in for a hug, before placing a peck on his lips

But he wasn’t going to let him go just like that. “Who are you?” Jai whispered, already getting the code that he had to speak in a lower volume. The guy sensed Jai’s alert mode and raised his hands. “I’m Ahub, a hunter from Deleima.” Jai lowered his hand and retracted his thunder a bit as he observed the young man. The man had a slight tan skin, a red fang mark on his right cheek, and some scars on his hands that were visible due to the short sleeved upper clothes. He was wearing a chest buckler that was dark in color and strapped to his shoulder with tight leather strap. His pants were 3/4 and he was wearing boots that covered all of his feet up. It was weird combination of a seemingly khak

I turn the photo over after reading the dedication and see Hunter with his hand on the waist of a beautiful woman with blonde hair almost to her waist. She has bright and vivid blue eyes just like him; her high cheekbones are flushed from the light pink blush. Hunter is wearing a white T-shirt with a deep V collar, and she is in a white lacy dress.

He unlocked the gun case and gestured inside. “Pick. Ladies first, gentlemen.” A shiver ran down my spine as his husky voice washed over me. I grabbed a rifle, not even caring which one it was in my hurry to get away from the tantalizing scent the man wore. I deposited my bag inside of the gun safe and walked out of the hall. I was determined to put as much distance between me and them as I could. We normally hunted in groups, but my father had taught me well enough that I could take down a deer by myself. Getting it back to town, on the other hand, would require the men. Fuck.

I froze, fuck… I wasn’t ready for this conversation, not here, not right now. I knew he already knew I was a Hunter, but I definitely wasn’t ready for him to bring it up. And not like this, so nonchalantly too. I tried to think of literally anything to say, anything to distract from the topic, but there was nothing I could say that would suffice. I was caught, and I knew this conversation could only really go one way. I found myself reaching towards my right thigh, and pulling my dress up enough to reveal my holster with my knife seated safely inside.

Stolen ones and some of them were us, smiling and taking pictures. “Give me that,” Jerry demanded. I shook my head. “That’s not what I looked for.” “Then what? His dick? — Ohh! Can I see?” Jerry chortled. I rolled my eyes in the air. “No. There must be a picture of his child somewhere here.” “How certain are you again that this is his child?” Jerry crossed his arms. I faced him. “She calls him daddy. Isn’t that enough evidence?” He shrugged his shoulders and allowed me to search further in Hunter’s gallery. There are thousand of photos here. It contains all the places that Hunter has travelled within a year. Ian’s face. Hunter’s cars and mansions.

Malea said to them. "Luckily after this exhausting day, I am still a handsome man." Hunter mumbled while walking towards the main base, the metal bracelets are already worn out so he can, even his feet is a bit hurt, move now as if all the problem he has in his shoulder already took away from him. "You look like a frog who can't jump earlier," Ashleigh said and gave him a smirk. "How do I look like a frog? Look at my face, it's handsome right?" Hunter retorted and pointed his face that has some band aids because of his small wounds he got on the earlier training.

His companions were not far behind him and in the blink of an eye they were gone, leaving their drinks behind. Cathy threw her hands in the air. “Great! Now they have the rest of my money and I have half my orders.” “Teddy get Frank to get three trucks of our best wine and beers over here now.” Teddy went off to carry out his order while Theodore wiped his hands and with a smirk winked at Taylor who despite her boss’s obvious dislike of the man, blushed. Cathy rolled her eyes. The man was a charmer but she knew the truth about him. He was a dangerous Hunter who abducted and slit throats for a living. The kind of person she didn’t want around her.

he asks in a low growl. "Michela Cruz." He makes no response and glares quietly, leaning on his elbows. His knitted eyebrows and broad, bulky shoulders only accentuate his already predatory air. I had known these very eyes when they were a lanky 15-year-old's, though, they now belong to a dangerously gorgeous panther of a man. So unless they are jetting out flaming bullets, I will still comfortably return the stare. It is a full minute, I'm sure, before he finally leans back in his seat and speaks.