Hunting Wives Novels & Stories

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”

His name trending—not for a deal closed or a partnership secured, but for the scandal unraveling in public view. He scrolled absently, each buzz a reminder of the fallout. Of what he’d built—then burned. And still… Not one message from the only two people who had once made all of it mean something. Articles spreading like wildfire. Tweets, Reddit threads, F******k reels—all speculating about the marketing tycoon with two wives. With two lives. One post showed a photo of Andrea and Celina, side by side, their faces juxtaposed under the title: Which One Is the Real Mrs. Reyes?

HAYDEN Banquet. The pack prepared a feast everyone enjoyed after learning what we won; we got the twins. We celebrated their arrival to the pack, and I was very grateful they were welcomed. The siblings have never been happier now that they’re finally together again. But later at the festival, I didn’t find my wife among the crowd, and searching for her was hard, although I marked her and her scent was unique, but hell, Roxanne was even more difficult to find.

The baby ultimately died. The public was outraged. [I guess the mistress’ pet dog matters more than the poor mother and child to these brothers.] [I mean, I love dogs, but I can’t understand Austin and Aaron’s behavior.] [The brothers fell in love with the same woman. Their wives are the ones suffering.] [Kirsty claims to help strays while abusing them in secret. She’s one to screw with the wives and upset them into early labor. The bitch deserves to die.] [Kirsty is after married men, and not just one. She has her sights on a pair of brothers. She should be ashamed of herself.]

The reporters were clearly eager to pressure us and force us to reveal secrets ourselves. But just as I was about to get into the car, I heard someone’s voice that made me freeze. “Are you actually husband and wife?” Suddenly, everything around me turned into a dull buzzing. I couldn’t hear anything else except that question repeating over and over. Being husband and wife was a secret that didn’t need to be known by others. Even our marriage itself had been kept hidden. In the past, news about Sebastian having been married had once spread, but in the end it completely disappeared.

He tried to hide his moans in the mattress and I stopped moving instantly. “Cry if you have to," I sneered. "But don’t you dare muffle my name." My voice was thick with pleasure. "I want the whole house to know who is making you scream like this.” He nodded slightly. "Fucking mine," I said, gripping his waist and going all in with one poweful thrust. He cried out so loudly that I was sure the entire staff would be able to hear him. Good. They should know that I was fucking the husband that I married today.

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

"It's the same on the ranch for the rifleman's club. We see the most visitors during breaks in March. Other than that, we get a few stragglers,mostly honeymooners and guy's trips" "I never understood Honeymooners going on a hunting vacation", she said. "To each his own, I guess". "Women In Taxas know how to handle a rifle",he said, and there was a disapproving quality to his tone. "And they like to shoot." "I know and I get it. But in your honeymoon? I can think of better things to do that shoot wild hogs", she said. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Colin's muscles tense. It dawned on her that he must be thinking about her own honeymoon. The one she never had and didn't want in the firs

She went inside her room and sighed as she sank down in her comfortable sofa. “As I remember from the comic, Werewolf clan and Vampire clan were deathly enemies from the start. But after some years they came to a conclusion that blood won’t solve anything. So they stopped fighting. But they never had any kind of relationship with each other. They never met each other. Even if they ever came face to face cuz of bad luck, they always ignored each other.” Shama murmured keeping one finger on her chin as she tried to process everything. “The princess right? Why is she visiting here?”

I let her banter, hoping she would feel relieved after letting it all out of her chest. “The woman I wanted last night was a wife of a hunter. The husband saw me. He was skilled and other hunters came as well. He was quick to alarm the others. I was just barely able to escape. Hunters, like them, use high technology gadgets to locate ghosts and other supernatural like us, especially if we are anointed by the blood of the victim or they got a sample of ours.” She turned around to face me. Her nervousness was all over her face.