Manhunt Gretchen Felker-martin Novels & Stories

"It is always a pleasure to have you visit," Sheikh Hakeem said, smiling at Gretchen as she licked her lips. "As it is my pleasure to suck that big cock of yours, Sheikh," Gretchen replied with a smile. "You may amuse my men while we speak," Sheikh Hakeem said, Zach, Susan, and Krista watching as Gretchen crawled over to the eight men sitting nearby, one of them falling onto her, parting his robes as she wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning as his cock pierced her pussy and filled it.

“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.

As soon as he exits the building, be takes in a huge breath, uncontaminated by any Logan or Lusia. Oh, and Gretchen is Lusia’s twelve year old daughter. * “Uhm… Grey? I think I found something that will interest you here.” Grey bounds over to her table and stands behind her to se what she has uncovered for him. “So, I looked up the orphanage on g****e but I did not find anything concrete about them, so I did a reverse search, using our database from twenty five years plus ago and the dark web… I was able to find the list of past Orphanage directors… For the year the incident happened to the Callaghan’s, the name of the director is…” She clicks loudly on a short link and a full document comes

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.

"Mind your mouth, Bech. It's not for you to comment on my private life." Shock ricochets through his silence. Then, his voice smooth again, he says, "Of course not, sir. My apologies. What is the reason for your call, then?" "One for you to work on until I get back. Look through the personal columns in the papers." "The personal columns?" "Yes, look out for German girls, Russians and other East Europeans...." A sort silence then, "Ahhh.... I understand you." His voice changes to a fake falsetto. "I am Greta, a beautiful girl of East Germany looking for friendship and romance leading to visa."

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."