Hunterxhunter Nails Novels & Stories

Nina grinned mischievously, but then granted me the favor of changing the subject. “I’ve been coming here once a week lately, usually with a few other girls from work. These ladies are the best of the best. I mean, come on. This is true artistry.” She held her freshly polished fingers out in front of her, admiring the glossy hot pink polish that exactly matched her current hair color. A piece of heart-shaped gold foil was pressed carefully into the center of each nail. The two manicurists, still not looking up from their work, both smiled shyly.

I find myself smiling and notice that my cheek is already slightly pink as usual. “Good morning.” Hunter drags the door open and closes it again, giving me a huge fright. “It's just me, all right.” He hands me a pair of pink, fluffy slipper and goes to the tub on the left. “What if I was naked?” I ask him. I slip on the comfortable slippers. He looks at me with a smirk. “You suck.” I put my brush back in its compartment. “How come?” He shrugs as if it's not his fault. “As if I’ve never seen you naked before.” He finishes brushing his own hair.2S

She kept looking at me strangely, too. ‘Every look she gives anyone is strange, Hunter,’ Reg pointed out. ‘When you are strange, everything you do is strange, too.’ He raised his eyebrows at me and shook his head slightly from side to side; then he waggled his paw at me like it was a finger. I noticed he’d stuck on pink false nails to his claws, too, which only exaggerated the movement. When the fuck had he had time to do that? I sighed at him. ‘Have you been watching The Next Wolf in Drag again, Reg? That was the sassiest look you’ve ever given me. And you clap-backed at me earlier…’

My Swift. Off white wolf with a hint of golden. He is so beautiful. Perfectly my match. Standing by his side, he is just my height but a bit slim. I am deep blue and he is offwhite-golden. The sun rays shining on his fur creating a hollow on him. I am just mesmerized. He came to me trotting on his feet and I can see he is happy. There is a hint of mischievousness in his golden eyes. And before I could proceed, he licked my face. A deep wet lick. And ran away.

Our joined bodies make all sorts of wet slapping noises as I pound your pussy. Hunter- I dig my finger into your dripping ass hole. Rub your clit. Before you can come, I grab your hips and flip you around. Because you’re still wearing handcuffs, your arms hurt from being strained so much. But I don’t care. I strain them further. I twist your hips at an angle that makes you scream. Your screams permeate the air as I fuck you. Hunter- Because it’s not enough, I pull out the hot candle wax. Tell me shortcake, have you ever been burned with wax before?

"The sensors are silent for now, but the Council’s logic remains active." I ignored the wet warmth spreading down my back. I hobbled toward the body of the first Hunter, my right knee groaning in its cedar splint. I knelt—a jagged, uncoordinated motion—and used my stone hand as a crowbar, jamming quartz fingers into the seam of the Hunter’s chest plate. The carbon-fiber shattered like dry kindling. I pried the tactical slate from the Hunter’s ribs, the wires snapping with a shower of blue sparks that died instantly against my waxy skin.

Reuben and Persia protected Riley and Leah from the fire. The hunter serial killer punched me in the jaw as Persia removed the nail from Riley's flesh and Reuben crushed Leah's cross carrying her in his arms. I spat blood as the hunter punched me in the nose continuously "Die you f*cking dog." he snarled as he stabbed me with a rare form of silver that delayed werewolf healing, right in the gut. It was a fatal silver.

Hunter chuckled, but thankfully, he didn’t elaborate. Almost two hours later, my hair was finally ready to be rinsed, and the moment I caught sight of it in the mirror, a grin pulled at my lips. The shade of pink was exactly what I wanted—a bright, candy-colored hue that looked like it was ripped straight out of a punk rock fever dream. I ran my fingers through the strands, marveling at the shit this was going to stir. Thick, sticky—and hopefully smelly as fuck. Hunter, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a satisfied look on his face. And to my absolute delight, his crimson streak now had a matching pink one right beside it.

he moaned. I put my hand on his chest and curled my nails into his skin. Blood droplets welled up and I leaned down to lick them off. He groaned. He rolled me over, pushed my leg up and thrust into me harder. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled his mouth down to my breast. I arched my back to push my nipple deeper into his mouth before dragging my nails down his back. “Ouch!,” he hissed.

Hunter hovered over me, his large frame caging me in. “We’ll use your legs and hands to help us release the proof they’re waiting for,” he whispered. “I’ll make a small cut on your inner thigh to fake the bleeding.” My throat tightened, but I nodded anyway. I have no choice. Hunter shifted back and spread my legs wider. My breath caught in my chest. The way he looked between my thighs sent a ripple of heat and nervous tension down my spine. His gaze was dark, predatory, like a wolf studying its prey.