Hunting Wives Novels & Stories

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”

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?"

I feel grandpa’s hand on my shoulder, and he gives me a reassuring look. ​ We spread out quickly, and I start showing people pictures of Sloane, but no one has seen her. ​ “Have you seen this woman? She’s my wife.” ​ “No, sir.” ​ That’s the short response I’ve been getting. I spent an hour searching through the airport, and my private investigator had to mobilize every resource he could, searching the security camera. ​ “Sir, we’ve found your wife.” My private investigator’s voice sounds from afar, and I run towards him, panting heavily. She’s at the departure gate, but we don’t have any tickets. How are we supposed to pass?

The woman named Herta was nowhere in sight. “Moon Goddess is blessing us again this year to hold this Hunting event.” Nash began. “Like the previous years, the top three with the most hunted animals will get prizes. Remember, don’t shift. The moment you shift, you will be eliminated.” Nash motioned for Noah to step forward, then said. “This year, my dear brother is able to join us. Give him a round of applause.” The crowds did as instructed. “Then let the hunt begin.”

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?”

I don't believe in humanity, otherwise I wouldn't be reconciled to being a Vampire! Raven sent a picture of the Thorn Jungle, and I saw a huntress in the Thorn Jungle. My grandfather was the only one who had ever sent a nasty Werewolf in there before, and I heard that the Werewolf spent a day in the brambles, and the next day he was found dead at the bottom of a cliff.

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 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."

“Perhaps tomorrow night he will dine with us. We were about to depart for our annual hunt, I would be honored if you and your Beta would join us?” The word hunt was misleading since nothing would actually be hunted. Every she-wolf would be given a fifteen-minute head start before the males went on the prowl. It was a very exciting event, or so I was always told, as it allowed the males to prove their strength to the she-wolves, and it also gave the she-wolves a chance to earn some fame and glory. The she-wolves who managed to make it till midnight without getting captured were then honored during the Pack run the following night. It was also a chance for mated pairs to test one another's pro

Hunter ran his fingers through his hair, not caring if his bride found it completely disheveled or not “The sooner we start this ceremony, the sooner it will end.” In silence, still with an expression that would make anyone believe he was about to be sentenced to the gallows, Isabelle made a slight movement with her head towards the two wolves that were guarding the chapel door, but that was enough to make they wrapped their hands around the door handles and began to pull the solid wood doors, gradually revealing the brightness of the sun outside, before Hunter's bride. Now, instead of murmurings and theories about the future, the wolves just held their breath, probably waiting, just like Hu