Matt Campbell A Haunting In Connecticut の小説・ストーリー

"The team's helping out at this camp thing in the morning. You should come with us. I mean, if you want to." "That'd be great!" I smiled at her. I thanked Hailey as I got out of the car, already excited at the prospect of spending more time with her. It wasn't until I was inside my apartment that I realized I had completely forgotten to ask her anything about Matt. *** By 8 AM the next morning, I was back inside the campaign van along with Hailey and the others. Bear sat up front this time, leaving more room for us in the back during the hour-long ride. Hailey sat a couple of seats behind me with Celine while I found myself once again next to Connie, who explained to me where we were headed.

Jesus, things are getting so fucked up, Matt thought. The world, as Matt knew it, slowly dropped away from view as the hours ticked by. With a heavy metal album blaring in his earbuds, Matt let his forehead rest against the passenger door window and rock back and forth as he was chauffeured to hell. 5 days camping in Wisconsin with his dysfunctional stepfamily and a bastard he called 'dad.' Thankfully, it wasn't his original stepfamily that now comprised Stephanie and Amy, a stepsister and mother he had both slept with separately. I still haven't sorted out how I'm going to deal with that.

He just stands there looking completely unbothered, broad shoulders relaxed, black long-sleeve stretched across muscle, blue eyes steady on Matt like this conversation barely qualifies as interesting. I fold my arms. "Yes," I say flatly. "He checked on me because apparently there was a vampire creeping around camp." That changes everything instantly. Hunter straightens. Ethan and Ryan exchange a look. Sandra blinks once, clearly not expecting that answer. Mike nods once. "We picked up the scent near the west perimeter." "It circled her tent twice," Aiden adds calmly. Now the silence shifts again. Nobody looks amused anymore. Matt rubs a hand over his jaw. "Targeted?"

They sold Enna and are involved with this human trafficking ring. “I’ll start gathering men now.” Matt said. “I want to vet everyone you choose.” I said and Matt nodded his head. But before Matt can leave, Kent comes in. “Alpha! I have a lock on their position.” Jaxon snarls, “Where the fuck are they?” “There is a camp towards the west. It doesn’t look like a military camp. It looks like a small pack. That’s where they are hanging for the moment.” He said. I look at Jaxon, “Get Jett, I want him to come with us. He needs to hang in the shadows with some of our men.”

His voice came again, causing me to tap my fingers on the mahogany desk, as my mind raced with calculations, I was trying to reconcile my findings at the brothel, with what I had observed the day Xenra visited. "Here!" I pointed at the rough sketch of Maltos' castle, which I had drawn. The rough sketch lay bare on the mahogany desk, and I encircled Maltos' palace with my index finger; it was the home of the Vampire queen. "What really happened in there that night?" I pondered out loud, causing Raymond to lean closer as he took a closer look at the rough sketch, as if he could see some invisible inscription.

I walked to tent 66. She looked startled when I entered. But she quickly put on a sweet smile. I knew she must have heard from Quincy that I was too poor for a membership card, which explained her surprise. To scout the layout, I played along and had sex with her in the tent. By evening, the campfire party started. Quincy spotted me and batted her eyes before running over to grab my arm. "Why haven't you visited us for so long?" I glanced at her. "Been busy with work."

I need to treat this like a mission and make sure I have all my battle plans in place. I had been working for a while when my phone rang. I didn’t even look to see who was calling. I was so engrossed in my task. “Hello,” I say a little to gruffly into the phone. “Campbell.” I have to stop and blink a few times to recognize the voice on the other end. It’s Noah. “What?” I ask, very confused. “Campbell,” he says again. “That’s the name of Addy’s husband. Jared

A hunter like me really wants to find out information about werewolves to report to the organization. The room is quite soundproof; I put my ear to the door but only heard intermittent sounds that made me not understand what they were saying. I was highly uncomfortable, changing many positions to hear better as if it was useless. Then, the room suddenly fell silent. I had a bad feeling and ran back some distance from the room. At this moment, the room’s door suddenly opened, and four men came out of the room. I only know two of them, Jack and Dante. Jack saw me, pointed at me, and yelled, “What are you doing here? What are you plotting?”