Kenson Hunte Novels & Stories

He added as he seriously stared at us with his coal eyes. “Man, you’re so cheeky,” the browned-haired woman from before replied as she crossed her hands and legs. Another man just beside Black-haired, repulsively spat, “Two versus five? You serious?” He sneered, “Well, that’s better than one versus five though.” This guy is wearing a black hood, failing me to take a glimpse of his exteriors. He’s also wearing some leather hunting boots, concluding that he’s indeed a primitive hunter. Another guy standing beside Black-haired possessed the biggest build among the four and is also the quietest one. An ax in his hand and a horned armor on his head. His skin was leathered, sun-bitten.

I, however, dismissed this, and we all continued to have a cool evening at the beach shack dinner joint. Ken is a twenty-five-year-old white male, tallish and pale, with cropped curly sandy hair. His eyes are blue as planet earth viewed from space, and he is devilishly naughty when he smiles. He loves to kitesurf, dive, adventure, gym and is a sculpted, handsome man. He is big and a beast of sorts. Not my type, at all. He sleeps with whomever, whenever and is known to claim he can have whomever he wants. Recently, he left a beautiful and talented graphic designer whom he swears was the one, as her mother was a right pain in the ass. We are classmates, and from the moment he touched me as the

"You did." "Then it's what I said it would be. Open season on Noah Hunter. Any hunter can kill him on sight." He looks shaken, but he forges on. “We’ll vote. All those in favor, raise your hands.” They go up around the table in a wave. Hennessy's first, Pruitt's uncle's right behind him, like he's been waiting years for exactly this. Nine. Mine makes ten. Kowalski's hands stay where they are, on the table.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

“It would be enough to make me die of happiness just to spend one night with him.” Emory tugged at her arm and Kira chuckled as she pulled her along. Yeah, she didn’t know who the brother Alphas of Broiia were interested in - at least one of them, she thought. As they drew closer to the Faelan compound, Emory looked up at the moon again. “It’s the hunter’s moon, finally!” Kira grinned. “Now I’m old enough to potentially be chosen. You see, your aunt Kinshra is believed to have been one of the hunters, which may explain her incredible hearing. Did she still not tell you any of this?”

I explained to him, and he grinned in front of me. "Do you want it? If you really do, you can just stay still, and I'll take care of you," he replied, teasing his lips on mine, and I found myself staring at his moist, red lips. I swallowed, here he goes again, tempting me. "Hahaha, it's so obvious from your face what you want. Who would have thought that Katelyn Hernandez, the most elusive woman, would be hungry for my kisses?" he teased, and I rolled my eyes at him. Who wouldn't get addicted when his lips and tongue felt so good?

When he awakened he was greeted by the sight of the entire coven, including Sofia, who had apologized for hitting Todd after Katherine told her that he had stood up for Katherine when the chips were down. Katherine sat in a nearby armchair as Giselle explained the Clans, their existence and origins for Todd the same way that she had for Katherine. Giselle had been told of the attempted kidnapping. She had been silent for much longer than was a good sign. Katherine hadn't had a moment to think about Convel and his kidnapping attempt. She felt like her head was spinning. One-minute Convel is the loving father I never had and now he's a would-be kidnapper? It just doesn't make sense.

I’m walking down the hallway in search of Connor when I run into Hunter. “Hey, Santana. How you feeling this morning?” I shrug my shoulders, not wanting to share my mixed thoughts. “Hey, Hunter, I’m okay. I was actually on my way to check on Connor.” Hunter’s smile widens. “Actually, Connor is helping me with the information he got from that dude’s computer. He woke up earlier and had some breakfast before he headed to the office. That kid is a whiz with computers. How about some breakfast instead?” I smile at Hunter’s assessment of Connor. Connor loves using his computer for hacking. It’s definitely up his alley. “Yeah, Connor is a bit overenthusiastic about using his hacking skills.” Hunte

She chuckled, a warm, husky sound that filled the room. "The pressing matters you mentioned, is it about Steve and the organization?" Helen inquired, her eyes narrowing slightly. Selena nodded, a confident smile spreading across her face. "I plan on taking down the Hunters with a friend." Helen's gaze turned skeptical. "Who's this friend of yours? Is he also a part of the organization?" Selena's expression remained confident. "His name is Ken Dante." Helen's eyes narrowed further. "What makes you think he's not part of them?"

A future where he and Ken could be close again just like they used to be. Kathleen saw Banri turning to leave and glanced at her happy son, before following Banri out of the metropolitan gymnasium. Ken couldn't hear anyone with the shouts clearly. But suddenly a very nicely dressed man approached him, making his heart race. The man stopped in front of Ken and displayed a genuinely professional smile. "Mr. Kendrick's Huntington?" "Yes." Ken replied both tense and excited. From the looks, Ken wanted to believe what he was imagining but still restrained from going overboard with his expectations.