Hunting Wives Novels & Stories

"But find alternatives quietly." "Already doing it." Ethan agreed. Ethan stood to leave, but stopped. "There's something else." He said. "What?" Dave raised his eyebrow. "Your wife." Dave's expression changed slightly. "What about her?" "I remember we saw her at the supplier's building the other day.” “And what about that?” Dave knew he was about to say something that would annoy him but the truth. "Hope you are not thinking she might be linked to all this. Probably she had business around there."

Everyone in the underworld knows that Alessio Muratori is a womanizer through and through. Yet, I love him more than anything in the world. Therefore, it isn't surprising that everyone expects me to cry and crawl back to him when I threaten a divorce after he brings home his mistress. When Alessio signs the divorce papers without so much as flinching, he lets out a mocking laugh. "So, what is it you want this time? Cash? That beach house?" Neither. This time, I move to a new city, change my name, and start a brand-new life. Three years later, I see him again at a club. With a champagne flute in hand, I calmly nod at him in acknowledgment. He's caught off guard for a second. Eventually,

"It looks like a billionaire ex-husband trying to drag two five-year-olds into a custody circus because he can't stand watching his ex-wife win." The room went quiet. "That's not fair," I said. "Fair doesn't trend, Mr. Blackwood. This does." She turned one of the screens toward me. A photo of Nicholas and Nicole, blurred, climbing into an SUV, with a red banner underneath reading WHO IS PROTECTING THESE CHILDREN FROM THE PRESS? My stomach turned. "Pull it down."

"Why aren't females having hunter ceremonies?" He sighs. "For the same reason, she-wolves have been dismissed. They stay home with the children normally. Some husbands train them in defence, but they don't train like we do. Something we are actually changing after Conrad appointed your councilwomen. The hunters are trying to find our own Valerie to induct to our council of elders."

“I was taken to the town to introduce a new family line about 40 years back. Joseph was our mayor then. I married a man named Horace. Horace and I gave birth to Valerie. When she was 18, she started to hunt with… what was her name, Val?” “Rosemary, Mom.” “Ah, yes. That Rosemary was such a pretty little girl. Anyways, while they were hunting… I assume you know about the bears?” “Yes.”

Cynthia grabbed the bottles of cosmetics on the makeup table, and flung them in Jennifer’s direction. A bottle hit Jennifer and it hurt a little. She furrowed her brows, and then flicked her sleeve. “As it turns out, we all came here for nothing. How embarrassing to be the butt of everyone’s jokes. Please be more careful next time, and make sure the other party genuinely wants to marry you first.” With that, Jennifer turned to leave. Cynthia wiped the tears away from her face hard. Her phone dinged, and she saw a notification. Cynthia picked up her phone, and read the news article. The headline read, “Theodore Spencer’s wife kidnapped, her fate remains unknown.”

My hand slid along her side, instinctively, searching. She blushed slightly, leaning closer as she whispered, “I was just getting ready for the hunt.” The image alone nearly undid me. The wait that followed was torture. I barely registered the competitions, the laughter, the food and drink. My senses stayed fixed on Mira alone. When the horn finally sounded, announcing the hunt, my pulse thundered in my ears. The mated females gathered, tension crackling through the air. Mira caught my gaze and gave me a wicked little wink before the horn blew again. They darted toward the forest, laughter trailing behind them, every woman thrilled by the promise of being caught.

For a quick second, I watched his eyes twinkle with what I could easily call love, something he never felt for me, despite the fact that we were mates. “The ceremonial hour is here.” The priestess’s voice echoed through the hall the moment the applause had died down. She was now standing in front of the couple, and a small crown twinkled in her grip. “Now, by the power given to me by the moon goddess, and in front of the elders of our clan, I hereby crown Vivian, Alpha Hunter's wife, and Luna of our beloved pack.” Another round of applause rippled through the place. It was louder than the last time, and my chest gave a little squeeze the moment Hunter leaned in to wear the Garland over Vivia

she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks." I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and swallowed nervously, "thank you," I said lowly. "And I'm Eloise," spoke up a gorgeous brunette with red stained lips, looking like a gorgeous actress from the 50's with the animated way that she talked, "Quentin's sixth, and despite what someone may say at this table, Quentin's favourite wife," she tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. She pointed to the lady besides her, "And this is, Caroline, the fifth wife, and Americ

I brought out the sauces to not be obvious. "Yeah… like those pagans who were casting the ritual where they intended to sacrifice you as his bride—" "Bride?!" My eyes widen and this time I lost my cool. I do remember something like that. Was I the bride of that Beast? I shivered even at the implication. Sally oblivious as ever rolled her eyes, waving her hand around "They do this all the time. Like a booty call for the ancient spirits. In the olden days, they would even drown pretty women in rivers when they would run dry. Crazy if you ask me, how can you entice a centuries-old spirit who has his sausage shriveled up." She took a bite, moaning and I just looked at her revolted.