Joseph Charles Hunt Novels & Stories

he said and she later went in. Ichabod was disturbed, that was really close but now he had more things to think about. The sun was fast approaching and he had no ring on. That would mean not being able to step out of the car, else he might just not be able to get in again. He couldn’t walk in the sun without getting burnt. It would be too risky especially if Harmony saw his skin burning like paper in the sun. She would die of heart attack. Apart from this, her birthday was coming, how did he not remember that November 15 was Dennis’s birthday as well, and also the emergence of the Full moon.

His gaze moved over the line of participants before settling exactly where mine had remained. Maeve. A growl vibrated through my chest. Cassian exhaled. “Ronan.” Darius glanced toward me. His smile widened. I turned my attention back to Maeve before I gave him a reason to lose his head before the Hunt began. Huntmaster Aldric Holt stepped between the two boundary lines. His ceremonial robes had been replaced by a long black coat. The same dark staff rested in his hand, its silver wolf’s head catching the moonlight.

Joseph Harris had always been a crafty, calculating man. He had been planning this for so long, and there was no way he would allow things to fail in the final stages. Charles smirked. “So, Joseph must be thinking about how he can get Xavier and Winter to get married as soon as possible. He won’t have anything to worry about once they’re married.” Charles patted Noelle’s hand as he said, “Xavier’s smart, but he’s not very charismatic, and would never dare go against Joseph. So, he’ll inevitably go down that path.”

“Flavius, call Marino Hunt and tell him that there is a young man in Fliton City called Cyrus Salazar. He is my friend.” But when Flavius heard this, he said calmly, “Sir, I don’t think that’s necessary. Marino Hunt is dead.” Redmond was shocked when he heard this. ‘Marino Hunt… is dead?’

“One of the hunters I interrogated just after the fighting said something about a female being the deputy's special female, but that she would too be sold if she turned out to be a monster…” Hudson growls, as does Jasper at the hunter's description of Yasmine. "Did you find out who is his second?" "Yeah, a young kid by the name of Charles, his prodigy. He trained him himself and from what the hunter was saying, he is one hell of a fighter and picked up what Conrad was teaching him very quickly. But he was also implying that this Charles had his own personal interest in the female that Conrad was contracted to get his hands on." I growl low as I remember Raphael mentioning that Yasmine told h

"And you are?" Her first thought? Was he here for Aurora? Hearing that response, Joseph’s excitement surged. The woman didn’t deny it. So, she really is the Walton younger heiress. Joseph’s lips curled into a confident smirk as he straightened his posture. "I'm Joseph Hunt, heir to Hunt Enterprises. I wonder if Miss Walton has heard of our company?" At his words, the amusement in the woman’s eyes took on a sharper edge. For the first time, she actually gave him a proper once-over.

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

He couldn't even stand. Just when it looked like the ragdoll was going to beat him to death, it suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand. Then it used my fingers to lift the knife he had dropped and plunged it straight into his heart. The familiar system chime echoed. [Player Franklin Hanson has been eliminated.] My balance shot up by several hundred coins. My eyes sparkled. "Bunny, you're amazing! You even let me have the kill." The chat exploded. [Weren't these two supposed to be weak monsters? I left for a minute, and now they're so strong!]

I could clearly see several male students in the first few rows exchanging excited looks, their hands quietly reaching into their bags. One of them was Gary's most loyal follower, Wilson Lewis from the Department of Sports. I ignored every stare and walked straight to the center seat in the first row. Everyone thought I had simply given up. Wilson and another young man stood up, vicious smiles on their faces as they closed in on me from both sides. Just as they came within six feet of me, the huge projection screen at the front of the room suddenly lit up with a hiss. The screen that should have been showing lecture slides had become a high-resolution screenshot of Wilson's private chat logs

Lowering my head, I resembled my broken puzzled life along with a deep breath and continued to tell my story. The interviewer gave me a moment to relax. He then asked again. "What happened when you didn't find the boat?" I rigged while answering him. "I suggested finding a shelter to spend a day here. We left with no choice. They agreed with me, and our journey started... to our deaths." I pronounced 'death' in a dull voice. Somewhere I still consider myself responsible for that. We turned our heads, wandered here and there. Belatedly, we found a luxurious palace situated in the middle of Norwood Island.