Hunter Wittebane Romane & Geschichten

"That's the guy who's supposed to move in with me? He looks like he could kill someone with his bare hands." "He probably can," Prue said honestly. "But he won't. Not unless you're in immediate danger. Nate wouldn't send someone who'd hurt you, Lauren. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure he is dangerous, just not to you. Nate told us he was an ex-SEAL. His name is Wyatt… Wyatt Heywood." Lauren was still staring at Wyatt, who hadn't moved from his position at the bar. He wasn't approaching; he just leaned against the bar. Just… watching.

the hot shot Litigator. Tor Huntzburger.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

Henry slightly shook his head, clearly missing the point of what he had just said-as if he had any intention of making Daniel feel better. "Did you know that a normal bus would take twenty-two hours and twenty minutes to get to New York? But this one that we're in, thanks to Carter•Labs and their invention of the life cell, we will reach there six hours earlier," added Henry, completely ignoring what Daniel was saying, "now that's what I call excellent thinking!" "Never mind," Daniel resorted, sighing. It was already past noon when Mr. Gilbert notified everybody that they would be making a stop at Washington DC after almost seven hours of travel.

So, I had searched for more. When I had learnt of Vittorio Leone's failing company, my eyes had sparkled. My golden opportunity had presented itself willingly on a silver platter. One meeting with Vittorio was all it took. I had approached him as an investor and laid out my proposal clearly. Financial backing would be offered to him in exchange for marriage to his son. Despite the rumors, the man had hesitated, claiming Matteo wasn't interested in men. I had provided proof otherwise, discreet photos from the gay bar he visted.

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

Barnaby trembled as he replied, "Captain, you're being too modest. Back when you dominated Chetvine and commanded respect in the military, I was still crawling around under the previous director, learning the ropes." Andrew chuckled. "Funny. I remember you weren't crawling under anyone… You were more like an insect that no one noticed." Barnaby nodded furiously. "Yes, yes, exactly! A bug, one so lowly you wouldn't even bother to look at." Dante had a hot temper and could not stand watching any longer. "Mr. Hale, you represent one of Chetvine's three major special forces, the Special Ops! Who is this punk? How dare he make you kneel before him? You should get up. We don't need to take him ser

Well what to expect from a shabby looking pub at the mid of town. "You reek of it." The lady chuckled warmly. "Welcome to Woodbine." "Oh my." Kehlani laughed in spite of herself. Actually, her mind was faraway. She was thinking of the research she had to make on mystical creatures like the Werewolf in her dreams. "

Hayden ignored the older scout entirely, finished his protein portion without saying a word, and retreated to his back room to sharpen his steel. Moments later, the internal communicator in the kitchen began to buzz. Patricia Bennett lifted the receiver, listened for a second, then passed it across the table. "It's the Whitmore boy, Collins." I took the line immediately, pressing the cold plastic to my ear. "Charlotte?" "I've got a massive update from the central division, Collins! Ada Lube has an unhinged wolf disorder!" Charlotte didn't even wait for the connection to clear before shouting through the static. He had just stepped off the transport sled in Mysticfall when the news hit the lo

I try to sooth him, I know he can’t help his protective instincts, but this is going to be a long night if every revelation leads to half an hour of talking my Alphas down from tearing the place apart. “Witney has been working for Kendrick, sneaking rogues and the witch across the border. She helped him get to Liberty. She wants her competition out of the way.” Silence. Fur begins to sprout and retract on the arms of my mates, their wolves forcing their way forward. I don’t… what do I even… who the hell is Witney? “I’m so, so sorry Luna. It wasn’t until she slipped up to Lottie, that I had any idea she was involved. I can’t bear to think about what you went through, what could have happened…