Hunting Wives Novels & Stories

Eli Jefferson decides to go to the shopping mall to buy a present for his son, Zachary Foley, who is about to celebrate his first birthday. Alas, once again, he runs into Jason Snider, who causes a scene, calling him a homewrecker and beating him up. To keep Zachary out of harm's way, Eli is forced to endure the beating without fighting back. Jason pummels him until he's covered in bruises and almost breaks a few of his bones. In the end, Eli has no choice but to call the police. Both men are taken to the police station—and both claim to be the husband of Christina Foley. The police officer calls Christina to verify their claims. When Jason hears that Christina will be coming down to the

She had never felt cum-ropes splatter so forcefully against her cervix. An hour later, back at the main campground, the husbands and younger kids finally returned from their long hike, tired and hungry. “Where are those wives of ours?” Jane’s husband asked the other men, looking around. “Probably just out for a walk. Wasn’t that where they were last year when we got back from the hike?” Amber’s husband John speculated casually. “I think I’ll start frying up some burgers. I need some meat inside me,” Ruth’s husband announced loudly, completely unaware of how ironic his words sounded.

I am a person who is the wife of the man the woman the man is the husband of married at the bench in the small park on the hill in Los Angeles with the view of the lobby of the hospital. I am a person who is the wife in the way that wives are wives when the wives are the kind of wives who are the kind of wives the men the wives are the wives of are the kind of men who are the kind of men the wives the wives are the wives of are the kind of wives the men the wives are the wives of are the kind of men the wives are the wives of are going to be the wives the men the wives are the wives of are going to be the wives the men the wives are the wives of are going to be the wives the men the wives ar

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

His voice was guttural, he looked at me and spoke the words that sent chills through me, “Bride.” “Fuck that.” I yelled at him before I turned and ran. My team can come after him, I knew how possessive vampires were with their brides and I was a hunter for crying out loud. No way would he catch me. He followed, but I was faster. There was an advantage to being a Valkyrie, I sped up and sidestepped around people as I worked my way through the crowd heading for the exit hoping he didn’t have any other guards hidden in the busy establishment. The order could send another squad after this guy.

"Good morning, everyone. It is an honor to coordinate this year's hunt. As you know, safety is paramount. The safe zones have been marked on the maps that will be distributed to the gentlemen shortly." A murmur of anticipation rippled through the small crowd of people, townsfolk that were in attendance and seated under another canopy. The whole setup was ancient, like I was watching a scene out of a historical drama. I exchanged a glance with Annabel, who rolled her eyes dramatically. "It's such bullshit that women are not allowed to participate and that we have to stay behind and 'prepare' for the dinner when there's an entire staff to do that for us," she muttered under her breath.

I took a seat next to Joy and listened to their conversation while focusing on my food. “Do hunters live in caves?” she asked. Atalanta shook her head, “no, in houses.” “Do hunters hunt their own food, or just wolves? Do they eat the wolves?” Atalanta almost choked on her food, “we keep animals, like chickens, and we hunt for deer. Hunters see werewolves as abominations, so they will not eat them. I honestly mostly got scrapes to eat and usually there wasn’t much meat left over.” “Abominations?!” Joy had said, clearly feeling insulted.

"You probably don't know of Mrs. Hunt's methods. A few years ago, a friend of mine knew a young girl who was sent to work at her estate. The girl didn't even last six months before she was dead," Phoebe said with a face full of worry. Summer frowned slightly. "Dead?" "Yes. The Hunt family has always been terrifying, but people seem to have forgotten about them in the past few years because of Mason's notorious reputation. Mrs. Hunt's husband is a pervert who regularly harasses the women who work at their home," Phoebe started.

Perhaps that’s why he and Calissa didn’t conceive right away. ‘Our wolves had the hankering to hunt and get some fresh meat and blood in their systems.’ ‘At two o’clock in the morning?’ ‘Shouldn’t you all be back at our pack house shooting pool and drinking beer? Just because we are women doesn’t mean we can’t hunt the night before our mating ceremonies, just as you all have done.’ ‘Touche. I’ll round everyone up so you girls can have free rein over the forest. The hunting has been good tonight. Don’t be too long. You’ll want to get some good rest before your ceremony.’

She had never seen such a stone before. “Beautiful?” Hazel asked. The girl nodded, smiling, then immediately tied the ring around her neck. At the village, the hunter and his men were just returning from hunting when they saw bikes driving toward their village. Immediately, they stood on guard, gripping their spears. Alex watched as the bushmen threatened to throw their weapons. “I’m here for my wife,” he said, pulling out Hazel’s photo. The hunter frowned. “Do you understand me? My wife. Pregnant,” he said, demonstrating with his hands.