روايات وقصص ضمن Kurta Hunter X Hunter

"Uhm... am I interrupting something?" "No, this wasn't working anyway." Hunter pointed at Kali. "You're Kali, right?" He walked over and took her hand in his. "I'm Hunter. I know you, but we're meeting for the first time. I like your vibe. I need you to talk to your friend for me." Kali blundered. "You can say that long of a sentence? And..." she chuckled. "Hunter? What's that?" "Exactly what I was thinking," Clea murmured.

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

At least it's not a white bikini. I hug myself as if no one can see me despite having ten people roaming about. I walk barefoot to position myself on the white background, trying to make the dress go down an inch at least. I am stunned by Hunter wearing only torn jeans in front of me. No jacket, no shirt, no shoes, it is just him and the damn Calvin Klein underwear and jeans. He holds out his hand, smiling, and I feel the first shot of a flash firing from the umbrellas on either side.

[Was it your plan all along? I raised my chin and our eyes locked. There was an overwhelming feeling that flooded my chest. Hunter avenged my father and brought me Carter’s head. He didn’t just eliminate one enemy but won the entire Midnight Pack, which means he could use its power to take back everything that was his. Hunter was not just a drop-dead gorgeous man. He is a brilliant and powerful warrior—and at the same time, a terrifying foe…

They just love me soooo much. Going out in the living room, I saw Hunter talking on the phone speaking in a different language as his strong muscles shifted. He was dressed a white t-shirt with a blue jacket on top with black skinny pants on his thicc thighs and legs, with a wrist watch and a black shoes. Fuck, he was such an eye candy. Scarlet nudged me with her arm, smirking at me and passing teasing looks, I looked at him again and nearly shit myself as he was looking at me too with a hard gaze probably checking me out and mah gorgeous legs.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

I may need to say something important enough for Brian to trust me. I said, "I am h..." but suddenly fell silent. I can't tell that secret. If Brian knows I'm human, plus I know martial arts. Brian can deduce that I'm a hunter. I absolutely cannot reveal that identity. Brian wanted to get out of there, but it didn't mean he would defiantly cooperate with a hunter. I immediately corrected my words, “Okay, let's get this far. There are some things that do not need to be delved into too deeply. I hope we have good cooperation.” Having said that, I extended my hand to shake hands with Brian.

The blonde haired boy spoke, the other boy remained silent as if he were in some kind of trans, he just sat there starring at Grace. "I'm Hanna." Hanna chirped up. Grace picked up her uncle's cup and took a sip. It was awful. She passed it to Hanna after making a face. Hanna smirked and took a sip. It was a mistake she ended up having a coughing fit the taste was that bad. Daniel smirked. "Awh what's the matter girls? You don't like whisky?" He chuckled to himself. The sound of his voice appeared to snap the other boy out of his thoughts. "This is Bentley." Daniel nudged him slightly.

The camera man was rolling his camera. The person tending to Mr. Hamuumbu was dragged from behind finding himself in the flowers. Everyone turned their heads in Mr. Hamuumbu’s direction, Kate too. She smiled seeing Hunter in an all-black suit kneeling down before Mr. Hamuumbu. “This is your time to come clean,” Hunter whispered in his ears. Mr. Hamuumbu didn’t move. Hunter removed a knife from his pocket. Everyone watched in awe. Hunter then stabbed Mr. Hamuumbu in the thigh making him scream insults at Hunter.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.