Manhunt Cast Novels & Stories

He shuffled the scraps of papers, before pulling out 7 and placing them on the table in front of him. “Raul M., Tony P., Jamie T., Lee S., Sebastian U., Timothy W. and,” he paused to look straight at me, “Natasha W.” My heart started pounding as all of the men named started to stare at me. I gulped, feeling like I was the one that was going to be hunted and from the look in Timothy’s eyes, that was exactly what he intended to do. I stood up and everybody else looked at me. I glanced at the door, willing to take the 24 hours in jail over hunt tonight. I took a step towards the exit and Raul and Jamie blocked my path. Jamie grinned at me.

All this time he had been checking his movements to the dispenser and his alter ego screamed of suspicions every second. ******************************* "Why are they taking long to track this bitch?" Pinto asked his senior, Abubakar, "just send me out there and I will have her in an hour." "Relax, so hungry you are. Infact I have another assignment for you ." "Really, you are going to get me off this hunt?" His eyes exhibited his inner sadness. "No, by all means no, its part of the hunt. Only that these is a small detour." "Come on."

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be

Both Sicily and Americans were joining in for this to take off Milan. In addition to that, we have the Black Hunter as a backup. The Black Hunter has been messing with the shipments, stealing shipments occasionally. Twisting around in my head uneasily was how I was going to break it to her brother that I killed his sister because I thought she was a rat in the mafia and have been living to regret it ever since. Oh yeah, it works out if I just told him “yeah, killed your sister because she was a rat and now, I sleep in her room and vest her grave twice every single day.” Yeah, they would not freak out at all.

So, the Power Keep for the Trelinin Protectors would be the treasure of a lifetime,’ Zen filled me in. Fuck. Shit. Damn. There was no doubt in my being when it came to my mad respect for Ziyah. Thirty-seven years being tortured and abused, accepting the punishments without fail just to protect her people’s legacy. “So, you know where Haleen is then?” he asked us after a minute of silence. Dante had his signature cocky smirk and threw his arm over the back of his mate’s chair. “Mhm. She very fucking beautifully interrogated one of the wolves that were working with the Darkies. Fucking hell, man. You should watch her next interrogation. Even Elle was thoroughly fucking impressed,” he said smug

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?

Magnus Eleven dead wolves. Eleven slamming doors inside me. One of them must have escaped. The agonizing ache that followed was gifted by a twenty-year-old mundane brat. How the fuck was he able to get seven hunters to track me to Virin?! I knew I should never have underestimated a Murdoch. Nuel had stripped and tied him to a wooden chair in the mansion’s torture chamber. Earis was fast asleep when I returned. I'd better take care of this before she wakes up.

With that money, I posted an unprecedented final Quest on the app with the highest bounty yet. The quest was simple. [Livestream everything that happens inside the abandoned cement factory owned by York Group. Exclusive livestream. Bounty: Fifty thousand dollars.] I then walked into the trap alone, holding only an empty flash drive. Inside the cement factory, Frank was waiting for me with two fierce bodyguards. He snatched the flash drive from my hand and plugged it into the laptop. When he found it was empty, a ferocious look appeared on his face. "You're playing with me?"

“It’s best to come with us before the others find you.” Others? “Listen, I think you have the wrong girl. I’m just a bounty hunter.” I pushed Lukas a little, and I took in the men in front of us. They were all wearing the same clothing style as the men who had met us in the bar close to the industrial sector, but what stood out was a small pin they all had on their left breast—an owl in flight. They were Noctua. Another man came forward and flashed me a picture. My picture.

Elise's pov: "Are you sure it's him?" Lizzy asked, handing me a water bottle. "Is it really the one who shot him?" she asked as she leaned forward. Still thinking about what happened back there, I nodded and sipped from the bottle. Lizzy, "Didn't you say he's a wealthy and rich person?" "But the guy who shot him doesn't look like that…" I showed her a picture of Maxton Alarcon on my phone as she was talking. She snatched my phone and zoomed in and out on his image, exclaiming, "It's really him." "Why did he shoot him?" she wondered.