Hunter Road Rovers Novels & Stories

"It's because of my kindness that we became husband and wife, and we have a son." Logan Morgan put his arm around her shoulder, looking somewhat guilty, "You're the best woman I've ever met." Wilson timely expressed admiration, "You two are truly enviable as a couple." Logan Morgan snorted, "You'd better introduce us to the cars quickly. If my son is wronged here again, I won't let you off so easily." "Alright..." Herry had his eyes set on the most expensive off-road vehicle. He went over the barrier and kicked the car door, "Dad! This car is really sturdy, look! No matter how hard I kick, it won't dent!"

But what if he is here to join the others in capturing us? I look at the cars carefully to see if they give away a hunter vibe, but I don’t even know what I’m looking for. Both cars seem to be city SUVs that weren’t built for dirt roads. Family stickers adorn the back window, and sötétítő on the rear windows with cartoon characters. I sigh, taking it as if they are families on a hike and not hunters.

If Rayna wanted to flirt, she could, but I wouldn’t be hiding behind him this time. Hunter’s Range Rover purred beneath us as we sped down the quiet road, the city blurring past. He didn’t talk much during the drive, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw set. As we pulled into the compound, the air around us seemed to shift. The gang’s headquarters was housed in a converted warehouse dark glass, steel walls, and rows of matte-black motorcycles and high-end cars lining the lot. Armed men stood at the gates, giving curt nods as Hunter passed.

They still didn't say a word and obviously losing his patience, he shot straight into the knees of two of them and I screamed as their blood splattered all over the place while they fell and writhed in pain. I looked at Mr Rover in fright and I went stiff when I didn't find a hint of remorse or empathy in his eyes. Instead, he looked exhausted, like he didn't want to be there but at the same time, wanted to teach them each a lesson. With that, he turned toward the one he didn't shoot and pressed the tip of his gun against his throat while looking him right in the eyes. “So tell me, who hurt her and made her cry?” He asked, his voice still calm and the man shook all over in utmost terror whil

To make matters worse, an SUV was in front of her, blocking the way. Hilda gritted her teeth and stepped all the way down on the accelerator, speeding forward until she was side by side with the truck heads. They converged toward her, and the three of them advanced simultaneously, the two trucks crushing her in the middle. If it were any normal car, it would've been squashed by now. But, her car was produced by Jordan Military Enterprise, so it could still withstand it for a while. Even so, Hilda could hear the sound of metal being scraped.

His aggression got the better of him as he tossed the driver from the car and drove off after Sienna. After they were gone, I walked back into the mansion and went directly to my room. Grabbing a tablet from my drawer before searching through it for what I was looking for. When I'd first come here, I had planted multiple cameras throughout Hunter's compound, including each of his cars and in the hospital. To ensure I had full control of everything.

The wounds on his shoulder were actively bleeding onto the fabric of the seat. We couldn't stay in the truck. Vance’s bloodhound compass would track the scent of my hybrid blood straight down this road within an hour. With an adrenaline-fueled strength I didn't know I possessed, I dragged Rohan out of the passenger side, his massive frame nearly crushing me as his dead weight collapsed against my shoulder. I bound his bad arm tightly to his torso with my flannel sleeve, then hooked my arm under his uninjured shoulder, physically dragging his boots through the mud as we stumbled blindly down into the steep, dark ravine beside the overpass.

He and his followers hurriedly made phone calls. Harvey, on the other hand, started to play with his phone while waiting nonchalantly. He had no intention to call anyone. He stood there waiting without a care for the world. His composed appearance angered Timothy even more. Vroom, vroom, vroom! Not more than ten minutes later, many cars appeared on sight. Wrangler, Prado, Land Cruiser, Benz G-Class, Rolls Royce Cullinan… All of them could be considered the top-of-the-line brands.

Every hand goes up. Not gradually. All at once, like they'd already decided before I finished speaking. Rowan looks at his raised hand and then at me. "Those are children they're hunting. We're sure." --- We position across the southern road with twelve minutes to spare before the lead vehicle reaches us.

I needed to hunt down a ride like this. “Hey, my Rover cost me three seasons of prime pelt trading, so don't go acting like it’s a cheap toy,” Zuberi growled, shoving Corwin’s long legs onto the leather bench and slamming the heavy door shut, his tail twitching with irritation. “Though, mine is the updated winter edition. Go ahead and drool over it.” He swung the front door open for me, and I climbed into the heated front cabin, feeling the thick, reinforced leather. Beautiful. I waited for him to slide his massive frame behind the wheel before we talked about high-speed pack vehicles. “I’m looking to claim one... an armored SUV, I mean. What kind of runners do Malakai and Tavon use?” I aske