Hunter Secret Novels & Stories

I asked my uncle, looking at him funnily. "No, son. Reject her and then bring her here. We will try our best to protect her. But in case we fail, it won't affect you. If you don't mind me asking again, who is she, and why are people after her?" My uncle asked, and I took a deep breath to reply. I knew there was no need to hide it anymore; I just had to tell him. "Her name Is Karen Hunter, an orphan I hired. Last night, I found out she is the granddaughter of Giles Hunter and the daughter of John Hunter." I told my uncle, and he stood in shock.

It’s Hunter Cohen; he’s one of the Confradia techs helping us hunt down Willem Kazik. Pressing a button, I activate the speaker. “What’s going on, Hunter?” Hunter gives me a bemused smile and waves a file up toward the camera. “Hey Savage, sorry to bother you at this time, but we have to talk.” I narrow my eyes to get a better look at the file in his hand, but I can’t see a thing. Instead, I press another button, release the lock, and nudge my chin. “Come on up.”

Then I read Sir Sebastian’s reply. Yeah. It’s safe and sound. I had never encountered the name of his business colleagues who have a name, Schneizel. Is he a new client? Or an old pal of my boss? “What are you doing?” I froze from my standpoint. My eyes, which were from the monitor of his computer, were transferred to Mr. Huntington who was already near on his desk and leaning on it. His face was dark and was closed to flounce his desk. His menacing, jeopardy eyes were sending daggers on me. I gulped just by seeing his scary and dangerous expression he was exerting right now. That made me stepped back, feeling guilty when he leaned over and closed the window on his monitor where he exited hi

Inside was a small, weathered notebook. The pages were filled with handwritten notes, most of them in a language I didn’t recognize. But a few entries were in English, and one name immediately caught my attention: Victor Callahan. My breath hitched as I read the entry. It mentioned secret dealings, hidden accounts, and a “contingency plan” that would protect the Callahan legacy at all costs. The notebook confirmed what I’d suspected all along—Victor’s world was filled with secrets. And now, I was caught in the crossfire.

I asked. "When I returned, you were all over the news," he continued. "However it was your connection with Luke Hunters that caught my attention once again. Nothing suprised me like when he finally came out of hiding and stood beside you to take down Hales, I knew I had to try again." I recalled that Luke was a mysterious figure, always hiding in the shadows, with his assistant representing him in public. Did he really drop his mask for me. "Luke, who is he?" I asked the one question that had puzzled me for a long time.

My mouth gaped open. “So, this is where you’ve been hiding?” the stranger chuckled. But the laugh didn’t meet his intense darkened eyes as they scowled, scanning from Fiona to me. “We’ve been looking for you, Quiet One. Smart to swim away so we’d lose your scent. But you knew we’d find you… eventually. And how I’ll be rewarded on The Hill once I bring you back.” My eyes slit.

Direct “The one at your father’s office.” Livia paused. Thinking. Then Her eyes widened slightly. “The one from today?” “Yes.” A small silence followed. “I don’t know him,” Livia said slowly. Mrs. Voss let out a quiet breath. “You should.” That alone Caught Livia’s attention. Her mother leaned back slightly. Watching her. “That was Kael Hawthorne.” The name dropped Heavy. Livia’s brows pulled together. “Hawthorne…” she repeated softly. It sounded familiar. Very familiar.

Justin had just alighted from the bus as he takes a look at the bustling city with skyscrapers and luxury cars all around him. He had just a little Duffel bag as he didn't want to carry along many things which will remind him of his past. He walked down the street to the little apartment Desmond his best friend had rented for him. His brain kept going back to the trauma and damage he faced from the terrific break up he witnessed causing his relocation. He vowed to himself never to be kept as a secret lover or let any man break his heart. As he walked further he stumbled upon a newspaper which stated the CEO of the White Companies is in need of a Personal Assistant and interviews were going o

Like a rat, I bent down and moved around, in search of the store Hunter used while Dad was alive. Dad gave him a private space in our house, to make work easier for him as the Beta. I was so sure there would be something in that store but how do I get in? Hunter was always so meticulous when it comes to keeping secrets and hiding things. When I got there, the door was unlocked and that surprised me. Whatever! Bless my luck! I walked inside immediately and wasted no time in searching through his stuff. I looked for anything related to the poison, receipts, remnants, anything.

They needed to know someone up there could bleed. Trust isn’t built with declarations or promises. It’s built in the quiet hours, in the tasks no one volunteers for. And I did every one I could. In Elk Hollow, a scout team caught one of them crossing the ridge line. He had no sigil, no ID, and no reaction to our interrogation threats. But he wasn’t careful. His cache was shallow and badly concealed. We found a burner ledger inside, a black notebook with finance entries tied to shell accounts, three of which we had already flagged in relation to the blood market raid.