Lee Hunt Novels & Stories

"Scarlett." ******

Jackson shouts. “Hey what’s going on out here?” “Right now, grilling. After that, you’re joining the pack, remember?” Wyatt says. I smile, “Yes, I remember. Didn’t know it’s supposed to be a big celebration.” “It’s usually not, but you’re the Luna!” Amelia smiles. “My Luna.” Wyatt smiles at me. “It’s a cookout/pledge party.” Amelia says jumping up and down. “Alright let’s eat first and get to it?” I ask smiling, my stomach growling, not having ate since lunch at grandmas.

♦♦♦♦ At Hales Company, the office was quiet except for the rustle of papers and the soft click of pens. Lewis had already rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt, revealing veiny, tense forearms as he and Eleanor sifted through company files. They unearthed countless deeds executed in the chairman’s name, some brazen, others subtle, all showcasing Mr. Hales’ pride and control. Lewis’s jaw tightened as he realized how deeply Lucas had been implicated in certain matters, and anger coiled in his chest like a living thing.

Kyle let out a humorless chuckle, “Same? Better search for him on internet. You would know what I am talking about.” “But ...” Chloe paused for a moment and looked at Geena “I don’t believe this. The way he was acting around Abigail … no! No way!” She turned to Kyle, “Give me your phone Ky!” “Why do you want it?” he gave her a confused look while handing over his phone. She started searching about Hunter Levisay. His achievements, his hobbies and his images. All were there. Before that she had been putting all her energy in searching Ethan Hanks.

Hunter didn’t want to do it to Leila. And it wasn’t because he doesn’t trust her capability, too. In fact, he knew that he could handle herself well in battle. However, he didn’t want to get her life at stake – especially when it comes to this certain Samael. He didn’t know this man well. But based on what he heard about him – he must be sly and so cunning. He wouldn’t let Leila’s life be in danger – not if he could help it. *** The hooting sound of the owls and the sound of the crickets were the only thing that Alpha Hudson and Luna Hera could hear.

He wasn't holding a cane; he was holding a simple, leather-bound ledger. "Mr. Vane," the man said, his voice a melodic baritone that carried across the Flats without effort. "My name is Harlan. I am the Lead Auditor for the Directorate’s Inner-Rim holdings. I believe we have some... outstanding accounts to settle." Leo stepped off the Coyote, his boots crunching on the obsidian. He didn't reach for his blade. He reached for the "Null-Link," feeling the emerald energy of the Spire humming in the distance, ready to strike if he gave the word.

The Hale Private Jet (G-7000 "The Kestrel"). 30,000 Feet Above Neo-Veridia. A salted peanut flew across the cabin in a perfect arc. It bounced off the forehead of Leo Hale. "Missed the mouth," Lyra Hale critiqued, not looking up from her holographic tablet. "Your trajectory was off by three degrees. Amateur." Leo caught the peanut on the rebound and popped it into his mouth. He grinned. He was twenty years old, with his father’s dark hair and a smile that had already broken a dozen hearts in the debutante circuit.

“She is. Thank you for allowing me to retrieve this person of interest from your territory. If you hand her over, I’ll be on my way. You can keep the wolf. I don’t need him now that I’ve found the girl.” I knew that name. Ventura. Where had I heard it before? My mind was everywhere, opening every memory cabinet I had until I thought back to when I had visited Doris at the DMV, and she told me whose licence plate the SUV belonged to. He was responsible for bringing Umbridge back to Harrington and Leigh Corporation. That also meant he was possibly the one responsible for Michael’s death. Lukas pushed me behind him, and Lexie grabbed my arm, pulling us back toward the front entrance. I barely h

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

she threatened vehemently. I simply chuckled at her words and took a step back. "Just so you know, my name is Henry, a former beta of the Lycan Pack, and I want you to remember that I am watching you. If you dare do anything stupid to Sierra, I will make sure you regret it all. Not only that, but you will despise everything about yourself and realize that you are not fit to be a Luna, not only in the ghost pack but in every pack," I warned sternly. I walked away as I noticed her growing anger, and before I could turn to the other side, I heard her yell…