Novel & Cerita Manhunt Gretchen Felker-martin

I couldn't afford to miscalculate again. To escape, I needed to understand the guard dogs of this house. Judite, the quiet housekeeper, handled the food and daily cleaning. But during the moments when Judite turned in, the one who assumed control was Gretchen, a woman with pinned-back gray hair and a stern face. From what I gathered, Gretchen wasn't an ordinary maid; she headed the private security detail Damian hired for the penthouse. She monitored the screens, biometric access, and perimeter sweeps. In my eighteen-year-old mind, I didn't understand why a wealthy man required so much internal protection against intrusions, but after discovering Damian walked with the underworld, the fear m

This wasn't an accident or bad luck, this was attempted murder. The automatic doors at the entrance slid open and a tall man in an expensive tailored suit strode into the waiting area with urgency written across his face. He looked around the lobby before his eyes landed on us, and he walked over directly without hesitation. "I'm looking for Mitchelle Hunt," he announced. "Are you Danika? We spoke on the phone." I looked up at him through my tears and tried to respond, but my throat was too tight to form words. Luther stood up and extended his hand in greeting.

The Castle. Defeating the laws of speed and distance they challenged the time and there they were. The hall wasn’t that empty like last time. Ace and Zol were sitting on their respective seats. While Adam was sitting on a chair facing the center. Unbothered by Stephen or his friends. Stephen followed his gaze and his cool was shattered. Callum was tied to a chair. Conscious. Afraid. Crying. Gagging on the cloth tied in his mouth. "Why"? He just turned to Zol who pointed at Adam.

"I had to be with him," the woman whimpered. "It's not-" Hannah began when her cell began to vibrate. She looked at the phone in annoyance and checked to see who it was. Tina. Ah. "Yes, Tina," she answered. "We cannot find Gretchen!" the woman blurted in panic. "Not to worry. I found her. She's with Ben. She snuck in sometime last night." "WHAT?!?" Tina cried into the phone. "It was a surprise to me this morning as well. I just found her. Listen, I'll call you back," Hannah said and hung up. She turned back to Gretchen who was watching her with nervous eyes.

Mr Alarcon asked, “What are you doing? Did you lose something?” When I saw him sitting comfortably on the sofa, asked, “Come and search with me.” “Brian's searching the first floor, and I'm here. You go look on the second and third floor. I'll come and join you after I'm done with the rooms here.” “What are you looking for?” “The bird. It's missing.” He leaned back as he said, “Finally, the devil is gone.” Brian came down and asked me in years, “Elise, I can't find it on the first floor. Did you find it?”

Elowen: I drove to the workplace of my foster sister, Gretchen. When I got to the bar where she worked, I rushed to find her. “Lou, baby!” Gretchen yelled over the deafening music. She gave me a hug, which I did not return. There were many people here, and one of them might be working for the Guerras. “Gretchen, please, I need about two thousand dollars, and I promise I will pay back twice the price. I just need to get on a quick flight and survive for a few days until I find work,” I said, and she burst out laughing, puffing her cigar.

Since I had not prepared for the mind invasion it was unknown as to what exactly she had been able to pull from me or my men’s minds. ‘Heads up guys. Gretchen is a hybrid vamp. She just read all of our minds. She wants a meet after this. We don’t know what other breed is here. Lock down your minds. We either have another foe or friendly foe. I will let you all know after the meet.’ ‘I thought I smelled a damn rat.’ Milo growled. ‘Damn and I was thinking about tapping that’ chuckled Jason. It was obvious that he had been watching the camera and claimed dibs on the hot brunette.

The officer directed the question to Gretchen and the man I had assigned for Ellie. "T-they hit him in the head and forced her into a van." Gretchen explained to the police. " Christ! Christ! Christ!" I rose up to my feet and punched at the nearby wall. I needed to break something. I needed to cast my anger and fear out on something. I needed to...kill someone. "Mr Roberts, please be patient. Our team is still working on tracking their location right now. I promise we'll get back to you within the next twenty minutes." One of the CID men said to me.

Gretchen was left again, she couldn’t waste time to wait for another one again or else she will be late. Gretchen use the stairs to get in the fifth floor to sign in the biometrics, she hurry and run to get there, “I knew it would happen. They will treat me like a criminal who abduct their favorite person.” She grumbled as she walks, she smile as soon as she saw the last stair even though she is sweating too much. “Finally!” she sighed. She stepped her foot on the last stair and gets to the floor but before she could even went to the room a bucket of flour drops on her body from above.

She says lowering her eyes down for the humble effect but I knew better. Her fake stuttering and scared act couldn't fool me, "Why did you barge into my quarters?" I growled. My wolf and my beast wanting her out because she was contaminating the sweet smell of my mate with her desperation. "I'm sorry I know it was wrong of me," her eyes watered a little, "I just couldn't help myself but wonder how you looked like after all the rumors about you. I'm Gretchen, my father is the Gamma of Grimwell pack." She batted her lashes and stepped forward, her heels clicking against the polished floor.