Hunter Secret Novels & Stories

Hearing it from an outsider was a slap to his face. "From verified sources. I had a life before working for Raman. I knew people. I was once a secret service agent but..." Hunter swallowed every word after. It seemed to Casper that Hunter wasn’t as simple as he thought. His explicit skills must have been earned from hard, dangerous work.

What appeared natural had been quietly guided all along. They wanted Marcus to be anxious. Only then could they isolate Hunter and achieve this outcome. Hunter likely never imagined that a secret buried for over a decade would surface this way. “What do you want to know?” Hunter lay on the ground in despair. “I have nothing you can use.”

His team back at the packhouse could follow the Hunter trucks on the traffic cameras. He shifted to open the hidden panel and walked in once the door opened. There were no other scents in the room, so they hadn’t yet found his secret access to the hotel. But they knew it was there; it was only a matter of time until they found everything. Confirming a werewolf hideout was a big thing for the Hunters. They’d be back to do the job properly. His guess was they’d left in a hurry after grabbing Layla.

Inside the room sat an elderly man with white hair, thick black-framed glasses, and a somewhat haggard appearance. Having been interrogated for more than an hour, he seemed exhausted. When he saw Nathan, however, he immediately straightened his back. Not wanting to beat around the bush any longer, the old man said, "General Morrison, I know you want the hydronium. Take it; I don't want anything in return. Just spare my life." Nathan picked up the documents and sat across from him. "Dr. Howard, the hydronium isn't the only thing I want. I want to know about 'Winkler' and how to find him."

We all parked on different floors and decided to say goodbye at the elevators. I honestly got so much information to digest. One thing is for sure, I’m glad I didn’t pursue any of Doc Cameron’s advances. My phone started to vibrate in my bag. I looked at the phone and saw that Paul was calling me. Mysterious Woman “What exactly is the point of your coming here,” Mr. Green asked from behind his desk. I was in a dark corner in his office, and I knew he knew I was here. “I would like to make a deal with you,” I stated. The silence was drawn out. “What do you have to offer,” he said. “Information,” I answered. “Information,” he questioned. “Yes. In exchange for your assistance,” I sta

"It is. That is the reason it was set up in that location. The hideout was part of a secret experiment that the two of us were conducting on behalf of Kaiser. You will understand once you get there. I just need a big favor from you." "What is it?" "Never tell anyone about this location. It is a secret from everyone. The Holy living person knowing about this location is me, and the other one will be you." "Is that important?" "it is. The picture will be clearer once we reach there. you will understand the reason behind me maintaining so many precautions and delaying our travels with so many long cuts. That place is a priority." "I understand." Mia chose to comply with Huntress's idea. Huntres

not a founder. On the third morning, I found a stack of envelopes tucked under her drafting table—hidden behind the same blue fabric we’d admired. Inside are letters, handwritten in her looping script, and a thick folder marked “CONFIDENTIAL: IVANOV-MILLER-HARRIS FOUNDING DOCUMENTS.”

I said, and then I hung up the phone. He knew this was code for I’m not on a secure line and I would call back from one that was. Jericho, while working for The Academy, had a lot of conspiracy theories, all of which he shared with me. He hacked my artificial intelligence to allow me privacy on the phone if I should ever need it. All I had to do was ask.

I asked him because I know he was not needed but rather want a private moment with him. I went back to my office and started my search from my office. I look under my office table, and there was nothing, I checked the chair in and out of my office nothing was found, and I sat down again and began to think as a criminal would, then my eyes went to my air conditioner and fridge. I walked towards the fridge and switched it off and check the back of it but nothing then an idea came to mind, I took a screwdriver and loosen the nuts holding the back compartment, lo and behold something small that looked like eyes can be seen at the inside compartment of the fridge, I smiled and left it because I n

Deagan was expecting the question, but he was still unsure whether or not to tell him the truth. “Your girlfriend.” He found himself saying. ‘Well looks like the cat’s out the bag’ he thought “What about her?” Aycin’s eyes narrowed, feeling suspicious. “She left something for me,” he informed cryptically. “Really?” Aycin’s pissed-off voice met Deagan’s ear causing him to freeze, “tell me Deagan, what did she give you?” by the tone of his voice, Deagan knew that he was baiting him, Aycin knew exactly what Hazel gave him.