Mike Hunt Meaning Novels & Stories

I strained my ears to listen to what he was saying. “A hero my foot! God-damned chicken general, should have fucking let him die!” I chuckled under my breath. So like Theo…

Soon after, Mike burst through the doors, looking more annoyed than fearful. "Collins! Brandon was the one who started the hunt!" Mike shouted, his amber eyes wide with indignation. "We were just sharing spirits and talking tech when his leg started tracking mine under the table... If he wasn't signaling for a mate, why was he brushing my fur? Was that not a call for the hunt?" My face turned scarlet. "Brandon was trying to determine your orientation, rogue," Tyler said awkwardly. Mike wasn't backing down. "I didn't know his secret agenda! Besides, he seemed to enjoy the chase that night!"

They'd fed recently, Izzie noted idly as she watched the bright red blood creep along the tiling, making its way towards the drain. She hoped it wouldn't stain too bad before the cleanup crew arrived. Soon enough there was a knock at the door and Izzie's heart jumped. "It's us," she heard the low, gruff voice from outside the door and immediately recognised it as Mike, head of the cleanup crew. She stepped away from the door as he pushed through, followed by three other men, all moving swiftly as to not be seen. "Any word from Jake?" she asked as the four of them set to work almost immediately.

While this gave him extra strength, it also made his fighting style impulsive and a little sloppy. I was brainstorming where to hide Richard so I could help Dad protect Sofia when the hunter who killed my mother came over to join his friends. “ They have an older daughter as well. I managed to kill this traitors werewolf bitch but the kid escaped with her baby brother. The kid even managed to kill Jordan. I suspect she also killed everyone else as Hank was dead on the ground and Jake is missing!,” the hunter yelled at his comrades.

"Exactly. This was a lot to take in. For all we know, it could be nothing more than a coincidence. Surely the name Huntress isn't all that uncommon. Perhaps someone else refers to themselves as the Huntress." "Would that make it better or worse?" Zander asks. "To be honest, I'm not even sure. We can't overlook how they managed to get past Dad's security protocols for Night Hawk. I may not understand the techy stuff like you and Sienna do. But I can tell that Maverick seemed to be really concerned by this. And Mav never shows concern. So he must be really worried." "You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Zander questions, raising an inquisitive brow.

He was so sure that I would give in in the end? What if I wouldn't give in at all? After some time, Em's whole family was there; I was surprised when Oliver arrived to meet Em and Achilles too. On the other hand, His Highness wouldn't leave my side even for a second, nor would he let me take off his jacket. And he dared to glare holes at Tobias, Em's brother, when he gave me a tight hug. To my utter embarrassment, Mr. and Mrs. Hutton, Em's parents noticed it all. While Mrs. Hutton had a look of surprise seeing me with Syl, Mr. Hutton nodded at Syl in greetings, sharing a look with him.

"He hasn't even acknowledged my signal from last night." Mike shrugged, looking a bit harried. "He’s been deep in some project. I don’t know the details, but he promised he’d be here. I sent him the location." "Okay... is it something with the company?" "I really don't know. Wolves need their privacy. We’re like brothers... he doesn't have to tell me everything." "I see. So who organized this massive hunt if the guest of honor is missing?" "That would be me!" Mike declared proudly. "And I handled the guest list, too!"

As if knowing my attention was on him, he said silently, "This is the last time you lie to me." Swallowing, I shifted my gaze to the window. Moments dragged by before I rested my forehead on the pane, looking at the thick forests we drove past. Why did he even care anyway? I would have gotten even worse wounds from the torture he would've had his men inflict on me. Through the review mirror, I caught sight of the long line of cars behind us. The Hunt usually spanned a period of just two days. Two days of violently hunting down wild games. The Hunt was a largely anticipated event and I failed to see how something so dangerous could be looked forward to. And not to mention, they'd be killing i

*Lou. Audrey moved in high-class circles. She paid attention to the wealthy elites of Cedarville. She knew exactly who used that specific nickname. It was CEO Lucius Hunt's private name. Only his grandmother and a very few people knew about it. In fact she was only extremely lucky to have overheard it by chance. Audrey quickly recounted the circumstances in her head to be sure. The massive $4 million debt paid off in cash. The intense secrecy. The connection to "Grandma Mabel" whom she instantly realized was the matriarch of the Hunt family.

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”