Hunterxhunter Nails Novels & Stories

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.

"Ximena, today is our wedding day. Let's just forget all the misunderstandings from before. How about you give me that nail as a token of our love?" She waved her hand without a second thought. "It's just a nail. If you like it, take it." [Ding. Target Ximena has gifted the host a level-four soul nail. Stored in inventory.] [Ding. Host has obtained a level-three tweezer. Stored in inventory.] [Nail removal task completed. Reward pack has been issued. Please claim it in your inventory.] [Please keep up the good work and carry out your Devoting actions to the end.] I opened my system inventory and found four new items inside. A mask called Beauty Restoration Device. A wig called Three Thousand

Like I wasn’t going to get him a birthday present. He unwrapped it slowly, and was shocked when he saw the leather wrist cuffs. I saved for four months to have Colleen spell them to expand when he shifts. I had a pack member carve an image of Ansel into one and Callie in the other. It was also the first night that we’ve done anything more than just kiss. It wasn’t much more, but my hunter gift had gotten stronger, more easy to use. And it’s always easier to use with Jax.

, Hunter said placing a soft kiss on my head like the gentleman he is and lifted me up on the counter standing between my legs. Not in that way, you dirty minded people. I looked at his slightly long nails and played with his fingers, looking up at him with a cute puppy face. "Can I paint your nails, please?", I pouted for ane extra effect. Not like he have a choice or something. Just asked to make him feel like he has a choice but in reality he is my slave. Cue evil laughter. He looked at me with a blank face before sighing and giving me his hand making me smile sweetly. He is so whipped, it's not even funny.

This is a trick. I hurry towards the hunter leading the fight, saving the life of a Vamorie he's about to cut off his head. Getting in front of the Hunter, seeing as he wasn't expecting my quick speed, I smile devilishly, and then, grabbing him by his neck, I run towards the asphalt ground, slamming his back into it. He screams and groans at the pain resulting from the great harshness. Then, before he could do anything, I ran my hand from his forehead to the back, around his neck, and then, elongating my nails into claws, I dipped it into his skin, sinking it as deep as it would go.

Nigel groaned, his free hand ineptly searching for anything he could grasp, anything he could use as a weapon. Hunter pressed his knee to Nigel's back. His eyes shifted to me as he purred, “Oh trust me, I'm deadly serious.” A dark smirk pulled at his lips. Teeth bared, Nigel tilted his head as far as he could and locked his eyes on me. “Like hell I will apologize to that cock-sucking—" A heartbeat was all it took for Hunter to make Nigel's bones snap in his grip. “You son of a bitch!” Nigel cried out. “You broke my arm!”

Not even Hunter has dared trespass. Taking a cup of coffee from the coffee maker, I prepare a couple cups and think about what I’m going to say to Stryker. Hunter walks in minutes later. He’s wearing his usual band shirt and grunge jeans over his slender form. Hunter is in his early twenties. He’s also one of the best tech hackers in the world. I found him working at a Pep Boys several years ago fixing computers for extra cash while doing illegal side hacking. I had done some background work on him before I brought him into the fold. He has been an invaluable asset since. He lived in the garage for a couple of years before he fell in love. He and his girlfriend, Maleah, are sickeningly perfe

An effort that Hunter has made with me. Hunter is partially sitting on the arm of my armchair, with his hair messy for having just let out a laugh that made him throw his head back, like a worry-free boy. He is wearing black pants that cover his anklet, and his arms covered by a navy blue dress shirt that folds in the curve of his elbow, revealing the designs engraved on his skin.

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.