Huntin Fishin Lovin Everyday の小説・ストーリー

It was the best day ever. Or so I thought at the time. Just like our first date, George took me sailing. He had a picnic of delicacies set up for us. Wine and cheese with fresh fruit, oh, and those amazing crackers I could never get enough of. It was the perfect weather for it, just enough wind without overdoing it. The breeze kissed my skin, leaving goosebumps. I couldn't help but feel as though it were the best day ever. And he said all the right things, looked at me with those eyes, green my favorite color, that seemed to sparkle just so in the sunlight. I was a girl in romance heaven as he fed me grapes.

I glanced at him without slowing. “This better be important,” I said. “And if it’s my brothers again, I told you to ignore them.” “No, boss. It’s an invitation.” I frowned. “From El Fuego.” That made me slow to a stop. “Hugo Jiménez,” I muttered. “What does that bastard want now?” “He’s hosting an auction tonight.” A humourless laugh escaped me. “Tell him no. You know what happens at his auctions.” I restarted the treadmill, but Marco didn’t move.

The words settle heavy in my chest. I glance back down at the bowl. At the proof that I did survive today. I hate that part most of all. I take a bite. “Is this how our days are going to go?” I ask. “I spend my entire day freezing on a shoreline so we can eat, and you show up just long enough to transfer me like I’m a kid in a custody dispute?” “Once you learn to fish,” he says between bites, unbothered, “you’ll catch enough to use as barter. Once you can barter, you’ll only need to catch enough to eat.”

I looked at him in question. "What are we doing in some freaking Fish square, Ty?" He bumped me with his right shoulder blade as his grin broadened. "I wanted to come here last week but pushed it to this week...Actually, I have been thinking of bringing my lady love here, but then, since it turned out you need it today, why not?" "To do what?" I climbed out of the car, squinting my eyes to look at the expansive billboard in front of it. It read, ‘TEE'S SWIMMERS' "To watch some lowlives feed some swimming monsters?"

"Are they okay?" "They seem to be, thanks to your quick thinking." "You're welcome," he smiled. Hunter opened his menu. "What looks good?" "Actually, I was considering the grouper." She looked up at him expectantly. His dark mustache shifted in amusement. "We're 700 miles from the nearest ocean. Just a word to the wise." She frowned slightly. "Oh. Good point. What do you suggest?" "You can't go wrong with 'Meatloaf Monday.' It's stick-to-your-ribs good."

Hennessy I woke up today feeling so much energy and happiness, I wanted to know what it's like to go fishing in the river so I woke up early and I plan to follow Damien to the river today. I hurried with my bath as I found something comfortable to throw on. After which I left the room. I got to the mini living room and sat down as I began to wait for him.

He found that the most enjoyable thing was to watch his wife. “We have finished all the fish.” Mira pouted as her mouth watered at the thought of the taste “Can we go fishing?” “Um” Jack looked outside at the sky that was still bright “We have to hurry though.” “Um” Mira nodded as she hurried to get the empty pails and lock the house while Jack dug up some worms for bait and got his rods. The two hurried to the streams that was farther to their home but had a good chance of catching a fish.

She felt nervous and excited at the same time. "Colt! I caught a fish!" Lilith shouted again, her fishing rod dangling in the water. Colt then swam to the top and went to Lilith to assist her in retrieving the fishing rod. Lilith sees how huge the fish she catches as soon as Colt pulls it up. "Wow!" Lilith screamed as she enthusiastically hugged Colt. Colt was ecstatic, knowing Lilith was extremely happy. .....

Grace replied. Suzie nodded in agreement, “it’s going to be awesome. You, me, Raiden, Zev. Because I know everyone will come around. Maybe even Stephen. And we’ll be a super team. We’ll kick a lot of hunter asses and take down anyone else that gets in our way.” “Yeah!” Grace added, taking a large sip of her drink. “But first I need to call Ethan and tell them I love his butt and his cute face.” “And I need to call Stephen and tell him he has a cute face too, but he’s a butt.” Suzie giggled. “But, butt. Hihihi, butt.”

No clacking of office keyboards, no work to be done for another two days, and no reminders of the drains of the world. I reeled and cast again, hoping to add at least two more fish to my pile. Two for dinner, one for breakfast, and two fish for Koogs, my trusty, lazy ass beagle. Just as I started to belt the chorus, however, Chris Stapleton’s heady voice was overshadowed by a loud cracking sound from some nearby trees. “Tennessee whiskey” came out more like, “Tennessee whisk-AHHH” as I jolted from my presumed solitude, dropped my pole, and felt the stomach-dropping shock of realizing someone’s been watching you.