Novel & Cerita Hunting Wives

Wherever Lizzie went Edward would surely follow. After five years together Edward and Lizzie had grown to become an unstoppable force. Edward had started a promising business in the hospitality industry, buying dilapidated buildings and turning them into luxury hotels, spas and restaurants. Lizzie’s sharp mind and impeccable eye for detail had helped transform her into a shrewd business woman who’s taste in decor gave every building they owned, an obvious, tasteful design that created an aura of high end luxury and the comfort of home all rolled into one beautiful experience.

Katherine Isobelle is Preston’s sister. They lost both of their parents because of an accident when they were young. Katherine Isobelle was a photographer. She used to work in New Zealand. Katherine Isobelle was married and she has a son. She signed the divorce papers but according to Preston, they are still married, because the divorce didn't push through. She has Belle’s DNA and that means they are the same person. Even after knowing all these facts, Hyacinth still couldn’t fully process everything that happened. A lot doesn't make sense. If it would, no one but her could make sense of it all but until she gets her memory back, it would be impossible.

The headline read, “Theodore Spencer’s wife kidnapped, her fate remains unknown.” Cynthia smirked. “Rosalie Young, go to hell! Best if they have their fun with your body before killing you!”

Author's pov: The grand wedding hall was filled with the most esteemed members of high society, as relatives and acquaintances of the groom and bride engaged in polite conversation while awaiting the ceremony's commencement. The magnificently decorated venue, replete with the finest floral arrangements and décor befitting such a significant occasion, exuded an aura of expectancy.

he began, his voice deep and commanding, “our pack has stood strong through trials. We survived rogue attacks, rivalries, and losses. But strength is not maintained—it must be proven.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. I knew what was coming before he spoke the words. “The Annual Hunt begins tomorrow at dawn.” Gasps, cheers, and growls of excitement echoed. The Hunt. A brutal tradition where warriors were sent into the forest to track and kill rogues, competing for honor, recognition, and rank and also a way to get rid of unwanted and unmated and rejected female wolves, they are sent to the forest and hunted down by male wolves. if they are caught, they are either mated or killed, if they

She replied sheepishly. “Well, you’re completely wrong, counselor. We were there for some hunting and exercise.” I replied boldly, and at that moment, I could have sworn I noticed a proud smile stretch across Horace's lips from the corner of my eye. “Really? By that time?” “Uhhh, is it not normal for our kind to exercise and hunt at such hours?” She looked at me, tight-lipped. Like she had been slapped in the face hard. “What about your husband, Mrs Wilmington? Is he okay about this arrangement?”

Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure. "Fuck," he groaned. "God, I love your tits. So much better than—" "Shut up," Maribel hissed, cutting him off. "Don't wake her." But Adrian kept going, kept squeezing, kept moving, and I watched from the shadows of the balcony as my fiancé fucked my best friend on the couch where we watched movies together. The scene was familiar. Horribly, devastatingly familiar. Like déjà vu, except I knew exactly why. I'd walked in on this before. In my first life, at the estate, the positions were different. The location was different.