Kenson Hunte Novels & Stories

She only had her shiny black docmartin boots. They pulled up outside a huge country club hotel venue about half an hour later. There were a group of men stood outside the building with cigarettes, there was a woman with short blonde hair cut into a bobb, Kyle walked round to open the car door for Grace, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. "My uncle's over there... in that group of strangers..." she whispered to Kyle and nodded her head slightly in the direction of the Men. As Kyle handed the valet the car keys the blonde haired woman plastered a huge smile on her face and walked over.

I tell them that it needs to be someone they trust but not her. “They need to not know who is looking into people in the office. So come up with a different person.” I tell them. “What about Kelsy?” Alek asks. “Who is Kelsy?” Kylynn asks. “She is a girl that we have known since the four of us were in grade school. She and her wife Leena are actually Lance’s and mine, plus one for the gala. Kelsy is beyond amazing when it comes to hacking and computers. She is self-taught but also went to school for all of that type of shit. If she can’t dig up something, then no one can. She actually runs a business where companies call her, and they give her permission to try and hack into their sy

I asked my uncle, looking at him funnily. "No, son. Reject her and then bring her here. We will try our best to protect her. But in case we fail, it won't affect you. If you don't mind me asking again, who is she, and why are people after her?" My uncle asked, and I took a deep breath to reply. I knew there was no need to hide it anymore; I just had to tell him. "Her name Is Karen Hunter, an orphan I hired. Last night, I found out she is the granddaughter of Giles Hunter and the daughter of John Hunter." I told my uncle, and he stood in shock.

“What? I didn’t do that.’’ I defended myself. “I knew nothing about those photos until today.’’ “But you cheated on her with not one, but three women in just a span of the two weeks you have been married.’’ I looked at everyone, trying to find my words but failing miserably. “What are you talking about?’’ I asked, but they were all staring at me like I had all the answers. “Isn’t it obvious?’’ A feminine voice sounded, as I turned. “Jessie.’’ I shook my head as she walked up to me. “Please don’t.” “My name is Jessie Monroe,’’ all reporters directed their attention to her. It was obvious that coming from this angry crowd was next to impossible. “It’s true. I know you’ve all heard my recording

It was him. I mean, just look at him. He sat beside me and placed his hand on my leg, shivers ran through my body. Thank God my leg was not exposed today. I stared at his hand and back at his face but he never cared, he just casually kept on talking. "This is Killian, Roy and Mysha." They all seemed so cheerful compared to Marco. Killian was almost Marco's height, dark hair, same brown eyes but a little darker than Marco's, same features on the face basically but Marco was more handsome. Killian is married and his wife is drop dead gorgeous. Roy on the other hand is just engaged to his girlfriend, Killian is taller than Roy tho but Marco was taller and better looking than them all.

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.

On the pink home page, all the other women's photos had disappeared. Only my photo remained, hanging alone in the center, locked onto by a huge, bloody red "Hunting" icon. Below it was a new line in bold black text. [Exclusive Hunting Mode activated.] The target of the new Quest was simple and crude. [At the public lecture three days from now, get Sinead soaked in front of everyone.] [Quest Reward, two thousand dollars.] The words "soaked" had been written in red, loaded with insult and innuendo.

“He thinks he can play me?” Selene’s phone buzzed. Damon Security: Subject found. Kenneth Dunlap. Former homicide detective. Suspended 5 years ago. Wife deceased. One daughter — university student, 22. Lives alone on Brookline street. Selene’s smile returned, faint but vicious. “Oh, Kenneth,” she whispered. “You should’ve stayed retired.” She closed the message and walked into her dressing room, selecting a silk robe as the lights dimmed automatically. She ran her fingers over the edge of the vanity, then whispered to her reflection:

Other than them, he was a snob to the rest of the women population of the world. Hearing his sister’s plea, he answered, “Fine. Tell your husband, I need a deal with his company.” He saw Kenzie rolled her eyes and responded, “Like you would accept a no for an answer – go!” Kyle wasn’t worried at all. Everyone at the hotel knew their family, including their seasonal visitor from England, the four-year-old, Kimberly Kentworthy. His sister, Kenzie, often made the long journey to Braeton City whenever her husband was away on a business trip, or sometimes, they themselves as a family would come to visit.

It must have been easily his seventh bar now. A comfortable silence stretched between them as they both continued to watch the movie that was on. Jake had decided on Venom, and she hadn't argued given that Tom Hardy was the lead, though she had found her mind elsewhere whilst trying to watch. No matter how hard she tried her mind always managed to tiptoe back to Cassius. What was he doing? What was the family business that he was so caught up with? More importantly...