Manhunt Book Novels & Stories

"Check his neck." I drove my knee straight up into the lead man's groin. He doubled over with a wheeze, but the guy with the pipe shoved forward, catching the collar of my coat. The zipper tore open, his rough fingers catching the edge of my patch and ripping it off my neck. The raw skin burned. My scent hit the cold air instantly. The scanner beeped wildly, flashing a bright red warning light. "It's him," the man holding the device said, staring at the screen. "Royal DNA match. It's the Crown Prince!"

Debbie could run into all sorts in the city; muggers, con-artists, and child molesters. He broke out into a sweat at the thought. If anyone harmed her, he would kill them, plain and simple. He started rubbing his forehead. Life was strange. When he first came back to New York, he was looking for the love of his life. He had ended up finding his lost love. Now, he was on the hunt for a child he never knew he had. “We’ll find her, Charles,” Calvin said with confidence. “If we don’t, the NYPD will.”

I was grateful we were the only ones present because if there had been more witnesses, things would have been even stranger. "That's my seat. Get the hell out," he growled. "Right. Orders. Who did he think he was, ordering me around?" I pondered internally. "Do you concur?" Suddenly, another idea flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but feel more confident, recalling a book I'd finished just days ago. I pretended to look around for something, deliberately making noise as I shifted to allow him to hear me. His angry eyes bore into me, and I acted like I was searching for something.

It took me a week and a half to read a book that was as triple as large as the holy book. As I read it, I came to realize that some pages were missing but I read it anyway. And when I was done, it was given that one between Black Jesus and the Wise- thug killed my brother. So I called both the Wise- thug and Black Jesus to meet me at the warehouse urgently. This time, I hooked up a gun.

How could I possibly survive the Hunt? the females were quiet and bothered the males were happy and cheering sick.... Damien stepped forward then, his golden eyes gleaming with authority. “The Hunt is where leaders are born. Where strength rises, and weakness is cut away. I expect every warrior to fight with everything they have.” His gaze swept across the crowd. And for the briefest second, it landed on me. Not with concern. Not with recognition. But with cold expectation. Serena’s smirk widened as whispers swirled around us. I could almost hear their thoughts. She’ll never survive. She’ll fail, just like she always does.

Maximus studied the map of his territory, frowning when he saw the tiniest details that the hunters seemed to know about them. “I’m guessing this is how you gained access to my land without anyone seeing you?” Star nodded. “There’s a lot more information in that book that can help them.” Maximus walked around his table and took a seat on his chair, motioning for her to do the same. “Supposing the information in that book is true, giving it to them would only put me at a disadvantage, what do you plan to do about that?” He leaned backward, interested to hear how she planned to outsmart a group of hunters.

It seemed desolate, as if Jeniece had never come back since that day. A rusted rack caught his attention, and upon it lay a pile of books, their covers worn and edges worn. He reached for one, its brittle pages crumbling in his hands, each page stained with the yellow hue of age. These books, ancient and forgotten, held secrets that had been hidden in plain sight, truths we had been blind to. Just as Hunter began to delve into the faded words, a shiver ran down his spine. He wasn't alone. Instinctively, he spun around, his whip slicing through the air with deadly speed. But before the whip could find its mark, it was caught mid-strike.

I turned to the man who'd sent me the book. "Right. The book you're holding in your hand was confiscated from the home of a man we suspect is guilty of human trafficking among other things..." The fucker flew out his seat and headed for the door. Everyone in the room got to their feet because that's what the fuck you do when confronted with a dangerous animal on the loose. "Where the fuck is he?" "We don't know, that's what we're trying to find out, but I'm afraid this shit is bigger than we thought and it stretches far and wide."

Vincent" It's been a week… a week of tiredness searching for my sister's body. I haven't given up. We've been searching for a different country that could be a possible place where my sister could hover from that type of storm. We've been found the body of the kidnappers but still, it isn't been reported yet through the media because we haven't still evidence that Camille kidnapped them. And about the white book, Henry took only part one of the books which is the list of it was when the time that the Sanchez family was still the number one mafia. and the other part was still at Camille. And that was the part that we need.

my dad said, dropping a green dusty book which he pulled from a shelf opposite the room. “Could it be the massacre?” Caine asked, taking the book and blowing off the dust. He opened it and got choked by the dust inside. “No, not the massacre, but what caused the massacre. It’s an old book. Contains years and events that brought the Seekers pack out of their hiding. You can take your time, go through it. Or my daughter could help,” “No, thank you,” Caine and I chorused. We exchanged glances like we weren’t just the people who kissed each other before a large number of persons—-who are now corpses.