Manhunt Gretchen Felker-martin の小説・ストーリー

' 'Nop' emphasising the 'p' sound. 'Fine.' I started filling in the paperwork. He could see I was frustrated and clearly acknowledged that he was the reason since I left the fucking deal with him. He suddenly spoke out 'Who’s the black hunter?' 'Why did you kidnap me?' I questioned almost instantly. 'Do you know the black hunter?' 'Who knocked me out?' 'Why did he kill at my club?' Martinez used the pronoun he. The most common mistake has anyone made but nonetheless I continued.

Gretchen, who had changed into a Chanel fur coat, waited at the gate long before she saw Cristofer’s Maybach come. “Cristofer!” When Cristofer got out of the car, she called his name happily. Before she could say anything else, she saw another man get out of the car, making her stunned. When Gretchen clearly saw the man’s face, she froze for a few seconds. The man waved at her and greeted, “Gretchen, long time no see.” With almost imperceptible displeasure, Gretchen pretended to be happy and surprised and said, “Hi, Frank! What are you doing here?”

"I'm good at distractions." I leaned in, intending to breathe in his scent, to let the vanilla soothe the agitation clawing at my chest. But as my face neared his skin, my throat tightened. The sweet smell didn't settle me. It just felt wrong. It didn't smell like the General. My jaw clenched so hard it ached. I forced myself to stay still, refusing to let this random Omega see how badly my own mind was betraying me. “Should we get a room?”

"Looking for something specific, or just enjoying the ambiance?" I turned to see a small, wizened woman perched on a rolling ladder, peering at me over the top of a pair of spectacles. Gretchen. She was probably the oldest vampire I had ever seen, her skin like crumpled parchment, her eyes holding the weary wisdom of a thousand years. "I need research on hunters," I said. "And anything on dying and rebirth." Gretchen nodded slowly, her gaze thoughtful. "A tall order." She began to descend the ladder, her movements surprisingly spry. "Though you'd better find it soon. I hear the new clan leader plans on tearing this whole place down."

’ Khalid instructed in the link. “Okay. I’ll handle it. Say what you want about my hunter, but he’s got a plan. I’m going to overnight a package to you. Make sure it gets to Kurt Adler of Bloodmoon. I know sneaking into a werewolf’s city is risky, but I know you can do it. Deliver the package, and the problems will be handled for you.” I instructed. “It better work. And thank you, Hermana.” Mariana sighed, hanging up. My eyes went to Khalid as he hurried to his hunter bag, pulling things out like he’s Mary fucking Poppins, and it’s a magic carpet bag.

since Belle came to me I haven't needed to feed, for that matter I haven't heard Damian talking in the back of my mind. Things have been peaceful and content... Is that Gretchen's doing? Or is it Zeus playing magic with me? Does it matter...? No, I suppose it doesn't. The next few hours pass but eventually I need it get up and tend to business. Gretchen left not a few hours ago to bring the prisoners we had taken from Theo's pack. Stupid really, they hadn't been expecting such things and apparently one in particular has been more than a handful, they should be here any moment and it is only I who can allow them in.

She chuckles, “That’s alright detective, ready to help however I can.” Phil’s eyes glanced towards mine for a brief second, feeling pretty genius for selling his old lie. I gotta say, sometimes a little white lie ain’t bad when some life’s at stake. Case in point: mine. We followed behind the woman quietly, whose name I later found to be Gretchen. She seemed pretty nice to the few people who’d walked past us, and I wouldn't blame her annoyance at us though. Elderly people treasure their leisure time. “Elena stayed here for about a year and half.” Gretchen speaks up.

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and laughed at Nate's smile. The Hunt was on, and the Kreil thought about how thrilled they were with how it had turned out so far. It couldn't have gone better if they planned it themselves. The Hunt had just begun, but the promise of a future with a feisty mate was the best motivation they could have used at that moment. It drove them on as they searched for a footprint on the beach, convinced they would find their mates before the day ended.