Manhunt Book Novels & Stories

Just the memory made heat coil low in my belly. I groaned, grabbing a pillow to muffle my frustrated scream. This complicated everything! I couldn't afford distractions from my mission. But never before had I experienced desire so intense, so all-consuming. It terrified me even as it exhilarated me. What was I going to do now? I had to get that book back, it was too important! But the thought of facing Hunter again after what had almost happened made me squirm with discomfort and...longing. Blast it all, I had really made a mess of things this time. One forbidden book was now the least of my problems.

I had everything I needed to hunt down my prey, five hours was mercy for me, I a damn certain I will catch up to him in a hour yet I might still want to play it off. The dense forest swallows the sound of my footsteps as I sprint towards him, he peeps once more to see me graveling towards him and he takes to his heels. Branches whipping against his skin, tearing his shirt off and leaving a trail behind. He dare not slow down, he knew the consequences of what would happen if I caught up to him. I come to a halt making slow steps towards him. It was exhilarating, after I had finished off John at Alicia home, I have been itching to have a real hunt.

The place was a mess, Vincent couldn't help be impressed at how well Danté drove this donkey of a vehicle, but as a result of that NASCAR stunt everything here was out of its place. He went through drawers and cupboards, checked the glove compartment and window visors, nothing stood out, just an old grandma's RV by all other means. He then noticed something sticking out underneath the rubble, kicking some away he picked up the small black book and opened it. His eyes went wide, a little side scheme Dante had, it wasn't unheard of for hunters to have things like this, the problem was keeping it a secret. Vincent knew of two hunters that got burned for this very same idea, and he didn't want D

After this, after he returned, nobody was able to get an answer out of him and the book was missing, including the only guard that was there to genuinely protect him, rather than being a greedy asshole. He was traumatized by something, frequently slurring his speech and spouting riddles like a madman. This was enough confirmation for a lot of people that what the book showed was truth, so a bunch of people went to look for it. Then one day it landed in the hands of a young boy by the name of Seth Alpheus Hunt. I say young boy but he was technically an adult... I guess this is the best time to tell you how I got involved then. My Grandmother was apart of their crew, Seth and Nixon's. Her name

"I ruined my own daughter." "I killed you, Grace." "Why wasn't it me?" Someone called the police. Police and paramedics arrived within minutes. Hannah was taken for emergency treatment, my father was arrested, and Adrian was brought in for questioning.

He leaned against the frame of the window and looked at all those people. Billionaires. Most of them in the government and upper class societies. Some of them were criminals, but many others weren’t . And maybe each one of them had their reasons for what they were doing. Mike had never thought this up to this point but before he could persuade himself that he wasn’t changing and no- he was never going to be on their side, he heard movement behind himself and acted on instinct. He grabbed the dark fugure and pressed the man to the wall, gun already pointed at the stranger’s head.

Before she could even reply, I heard his voice calling out from behind. “Oy!” He blatantly shouted as he ran towards us, “Hey, how come you’re here? You are not supposed to be roaming around, are you?” He curiously asked after recognizing me. His warm breath created vapor in the air. I just realized how cold the morning was, questioning myself why am I not that much alert right now. “How is the investigation, Henry?” I questioned instead of replying to his query. “You wouldn’t believe it. Those sneaky intruders were adept at leaving no traces.” He blurted out, “But we managed to find a single piece of paper.” He proudly informed.

Most, when facing death, regretted their actions and confessed everything for a slight chance at life. But Hunt didn't seem like the most vicious type of villain, yet he possessed a fiercely clear mind. Even now, facing execution, he was calmly weighing his options. Given his intelligence and composure, how could he have failed to escape Madison's manipulations in the first place?

Armed with countless weapons, money, and new identities, the man I call Six drags me around the world. The manhunt is on and Six is the next target. Can we find out who is killing off the Cleaners before they find us? Two down, seven to go. When it’s all over he’ll finish the job that dropped him into my life, and end it. Stockholm Syndrome meets bucket list, and the question of what would you do to live before you died. The questions aren’t always answered in black and white. Gray becomes the norm as my morals are tested. Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive.

"New homicide?" "Yes, please we must hustle, umm I want you to break someone's privacy" "Whose privacy?" "Agosto Diaz" I waited for her to retort and it seems she was occupying my time to break this maniac's privacy. While she was doing that - I hunt everywhere in his bedroom because I know all maniac hide their gems beneath the shades and boards. I throw what is covered and what slept down above the pieces of evidence he left behind. "I'm in!" I jumped out suddenly as I found the man's book-like journal and her voice at the same time.