Manhunt Gretchen Felker-martin Novels & Stories

I did like the look of those suspenders wrapped tightly around her thighs, especially if my face was then submerged between her legs. With her back turned towards me, she asks, “How was your meeting?” I notice Gretchen sitting on the edge of the bed, looking like she had been picked up earlier that day. I didn’t want Taylor to give me a detailed report on my pumpkins activities. Unless he noticed something concerning about the situation. After all, I didn’t want Stacey to try to escape from him. She was not a fan of having a guard follow her around.

“The manhunt game right?” “Yeah. You have to participate or you'll get killed instantly. You have to participate but you get to be the prey of these so-called-hunters with guns, and you—the only thing you can do is run and hide to prolong your life. And if you survive, what's the price? No—no one can survive.” It's when he speaks longer when the realization comes to me that he has a raspy voice like a turntable. “There were actually three of us when it happened. The first one was killed, shot in the head. The second was also killed, but by the man they called 'Eagle Eye'.”

she said shortly since she couldn’t say much. “Call me if you need assistance.” “Cayne is put to sleep, so he will be out for a few hours. This is what I can gather for now.” Katherine walked in with a paper in her hand. She handed it to Jilly and frowned upon seeing her glossy eyes. She got worried immediately and wanted to go get Kook but end up not doing so. “They have a distant colleague that they recently get in contact with, her name is Rachel. I printed out her profile so you can check on her.”

Gretchen laughs, “I thought you knew her better than that. No, she isn’t hiding. While you have been killing my newborns, she left to finish what we started” she says with a sinister grin appearing across her face. “How dare you? She has nothing to do with this?” “Any weakness you have will be exploited, this is common sense, Gabriel. We’ll take her alive as long as you will come with us but you better make up your mind soon. After all, I can’t promise that Emily will retrieve her safely” “Quite the evil one you are, madame” Marcel says, “Marcel the traitor,” Gretchen says and he gives a slight bow.

she weeps. “She was lured into the mansion and the video was then morphed…” she cries without making a sound, “A man named…Ken or something of the sort was banned from your organization. He had been forced to cut off all ties with you. So, you received messages from Pietro instead of him.” “Kill me for all I care, but please, save my daughter,” Gretchen begs. “I guess this is karma for your actions. I will help your daughter but I need you to leave the country,” Alessandro was clear with his words.

“Always, Tasha.” He let her lead us in and we kept close ranks around the two in the middle as everyone moved out of our way as we walked. My hands flexed over and over again at my side as I continuously moved my hands in preparation to grab my gun if any of them launched an attack. I quickly glanced around at the others and was relieved to see that everyone except Tim were all watching the sleuth members, too. Natasha rounded a corner and froze. We all halted with her and her body trembled.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her. The woman was seated in a booth, taking the sixteen year old girls statement as another member of her team took fingerprints and pictures. Her long brown hair was tied back into a loose bun with a few strands of hair framing her face. She had a serious look across her innocent face, her large brown eyes soft and captivating but somehow determined. Her perky pink lips full and mesmerising as she spoke, she handed the girl her desk number, when she stood, he could see her more clearly, her maroon top fitted loosely as her detective badge re

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.

Her big eyes shimmered with tears and her chin quivered. “Oh dear. They don’t stand a chance now.” Keeley turned to see Christina approaching, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Gretchen isn’t opposed to using womanly wiles if it gains her what she wants. A more clever lass I’ve never met,” Christina said ruefully. “If she can’t beat capitulation from someone, she’ll turn on the pitiful eyes.” “I’m dying to know what they want,” Keeley said. “Whatever it is, it looks like they’ve been successful.”