Hunting Wives Novels & Stories

I'm not going to spare them until I've killed every murderer. “I've requested that their oldest son Devon's engagement be held at the Felis Farmhouse.” "You performed a fantastic job as the event coordinator." "I have to go into that farmhouse now." "I heard they're looking for a housekeeper until the wedding." "Thank you very much, Nyka." "I feel obligated to find you a buddy like you," she said, and my heart swelled with gratitude. "We were all family, and this is also my retaliation." She embraced me in a hug and gave me a sorrowful grin. After my parents died, she is the only family I have left.

, for the second time. They had gotten hitched in Greece in a small church with only family and Tina. They didn’t want any attention so they did a small reception and went on an holiday to Maldives. “I told you earlier that my mother doesn’t do roughing it,’” Nathan whispered in her ear as he snuck up behind her, arms sliding around her waist. “I knew she wasn’t into anything simple.” Rachel leaned back into him instinctively, letting her head rest on his shoulder. “Are those velvet sleeping bags over there?” He grinned. “Custom-made. Egyptian cotton linings. You married rich, babe.” She laughed, waving her wedding ring. “I married you.” From across the site, Victoria raised a manicure

One of the officials argued. "Not well enough." I snapped dismissively. If he had done his fucking job well, his team would have found Allison long before now. I looked back at the map- the red dots looking like blood splatter now, reminding me of her bloodied feet, the dead bodies and the masked men. "My wife has been gone seventy two hours." My grip on the marker hardened until it broke. "Every hour we waste is every hour is every hour she loses and every hour that he gains."

So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

The women invited were polished, Ivy-League educated, and from perfect families. In this room, looks were the last thing that mattered. In the side hall, Bonnie gave Cyrus a nudge and whispered, "You're finally in town for a few days. Let's get your mating situation sorted out. There are plenty of great girls here—go mingle."

Another message popped up, "Tell no one if you want to live." "Nothing!" Adriana retorted sharply," I just need to...." "Nathan!" Someone yelled from afar and Adriana twisted in the direction the voice came from. Rodriguez and his wife. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that showed his bubbly nature and grey shorts that exposed a little more than his tanned thighs. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort.