Hunter X Hunter Gourmet Hunter Novels & Stories

Hunter’s self-praised. Joel, who just finished taking pictures of the food that he'll post in his I*******m account later, then pointed another dish and asked, "How about this one? Do you know the name of that" The quiet Alpha Vincent looked at Hunter and waited for his answer. "Ahh that one,” Hunter murmured with confidence. “It is Crispy pork violet elastribika.’ ‘It is Pork Chops with fig and grape agrodolce,’ Vincent corrected in his mind again.

The wood creaked under his steps and it was followed by the soft sound of him humming under his breath, like it was just another ordinary day. I forced my gaze up, and there he was. Orin. The bloodied apron he wore seemed almost like a badge of honor to him, the red stains smeared across the fabric as he moved around the room. He was carrying a plate on one hand, filled with raw meat covered in blood and on his shoulder was a deer. He stopped right in front of me. My stomach turned as he placed a fresh plate down in front of me. The thick, metallic smell filled the air, filling the dampness of the room. His lips pulled back in a smirk and I knew, this was like some sick joke—a mockery of wha

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

This time it was Hunter, looking much more relaxed than he had during our arrival. "Holy shit, you guys," he said, walking straight to our balcony. "This view is incredible. My room's nice, but this is unreal." "Perks of being Alpha," Carson said. "Though your accommodations aren't exactly shabby either." "True. Ocean view, private balcony, and a fruit basket with things I've never seen before." He picked up one of the crystallized seaweed pieces. "What is this stuff?" "Local delicacy. It's actually good."

“They are perfect, Fierce. I'm glad to have you as the mother of our children.” His expression, full of love, calmed my heart. Then, a slightly frivolous question came to my mind, and I decided to share it with Hunter. “I have a question for you,” I began, seeing Hunter raise an eyebrow. “Is there any food that you hate?” Hunter seemed surprised by the initial question but soon answered, revealing a peculiar aversion. “I hate garlic. Can't stand the taste.” A smile grew on my face, and I explained the reason behind my question.

Too bad Hunter couldn’t let his guard down a little with her as well, but she understood why he wouldn’t. “You hungry?” Gage continued. “I picked us up some lunch, which was no mean feat considering pretty much every food place is closed until sundown.” She thought she’d smelled something good when she climbed into the vehicle. “Great, because I’m starving. Thanks,” she said when he handed a Styrofoam container back to her. The scent of cinnamon and cloves and something else sweet tickled her nose. She was so hungry she wanted to devour it all. “Hunt said you’re not a vegetarian—thank God—so I figured a salad with chicken was a safe bet until I get to know you better.”

I closed my eyes and let out a breath. It was coming down hard now as a flurry of snowflakes collected outside the window. We sat around the table as he brought out dinner. The man had a gift; he really was an amazing chef. Julian made venison tonight and pulled out a bottle of wine, passing a glass to me. I took a sip, glazing my lips with the taste. I scribbled on my paper. “How was hunting with Kaia? Bad as you thought?” I asked with a grin.

Hunter said, between bites. I wolfed down the meat stew. It felt like I hadn’t eaten in days. Nina watched me, grinning broadly. “Baby’s very hungry,” she said. “I’m going to test my new Gamma tomorrow.” Hunter remarked, reaching for another roast potato. “Tasha’s twin brother, Teo.”

“Did she smell like a hunter?” I shook my head, taking a deep breath as if I could catch her scent even now. “So a werewolf?” I scoffed and said, “Why would a werewolf be with a hunter?” Even though we held truces with them, no werewolf trusted a hunter enough to interact with them outside of the sacred meetings places that were neutral ground to all of us. He shrugged, “Well, did she?” “No, she didn’t smell like a werewolf but she wasn’t human either. She smelt like nothing I’ve ever smelt before.”

he pointed out as his fingers wrapped around my length. His grip was firm. My cock jerked in his palm. Precum leaked from the hole. He reached down to suck it away, twirling his tongue around my head expertly. I bit my tongue to keep back a moan. His eyes darted to my face. "Don't do that," he cautioned. "Let him hear you and know that you are mine." His voice was rough with desire. Shame mixed with the pleasure I felt the instant he began to stroke slowly.