Novel & Cerita The Hunter Wants To Live Quietly Characters

She’d been through enough and what she needed was rest, not probing from a stranger or interrogative questions coming from a man she didn’t even know. Men did this to her. Fingers reached around the loaded double barrel, sitting beside the couch. I huffed in silent fury... issuing a silent promise as I gripped my gun. So, there were werewolves… people that shifted out in the thick of the forest. Is that what I was only now realizing? Were there unicorns too? I snickered stupidly to myself. My thoughts trailed back to her eyes. Those startling lilac eyes. I pictured her face as sleep took hold. An odd sensation rumbled in my chest, a warmth I hadn't felt in a long time.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing myself to remain calm even as my mind screamed at me to run—and it wasn’t like I could. “What does it matter to you?” I asked, my voice shaking despite my best efforts. I hated that he could make me feel this way, but I needed to know. “Why are you doing this?” Orin paused, looking at me for a long moment, before chuckling lowly. “Why? Because I’m doing the world a favor. Silas—our family line is full of hunters, men who rid the world of filth—and Silas? Well, he’s a failure. Always has been.” He wiped his hands on his apron, the bloodstains soaking into the fabric, but it didn’t seem to bother him. He moved back to the table, smoothing out the skin

I rolled my eyes at him, and he gave another shout of laughter. The ride continued in silence until we got to the main highway. I could see a dark shadow of a vehicle parked off to the side and realized it was Nellie and the other warrior. They flashed their lights at us and followed us up on to the highway. I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes. “Is it true you were a werewolf hunter?” Bob asked. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me earnestly. “Yeah,” I acknowledged.

The quiet sanctuary of Grandma’s house, with its scent of freshly baked bread and the gentle rustle of leaves, was now a façade. Beneath its peaceful exterior, a silent war raged, with Hunter at the center, a ghost moving between two worlds. The one where he was a patient, attentive caretaker for Evelyn, and the other, a ruthless strategist meticulously dismantling a man's empire.

I was watching my weight anyway and I needed to get in and out fast, I didn’t want to wait any longer to get this journey started. “Jarvis, navigate me to The Academy in Maine.” I said. I knew this would be a multiple day journey, because we would be stopping in between, but we had to go that direction anyway. “As you wish, ma’am.” He said, and we were off. I ate my food in silence, pondering my journey. How funny is it that when I was younger I swore to be the first in my family to break the mould and not become a Hunter. But now, I'm one of the top Hunters. I guess revenge and hatred will fuel you to succeed, even if you never wanted to.

And I will tell her that as soon as we get to the house. We walked back to my place in silence, trying to appear casual in case anyone else was watching us. But if there were others around, Diana would know it, so we should be safe for now. “So, do you have any actual food in this place?” The Hunter questioned. Yes, I’m going to call him The Hunter. If I use his name, it’s like accepting that he’s staying. Sort of like if you name a stray cat or dog, you now have a pet. I don’t need a pet human.

he grumbles, shaking his head. Hunter was a man of simple tastes, prioritising computers, fitness, and women in that order. His calm demeanour and lack of drama were refreshing. Despite his easygoing nature, he showed no urgency in finding a mate - a trait we shared - but it seemed that he had yet to meet someone who truly infatuated him. As I observed him from afar, I couldn’t help but wonder what qualities he looked for in a partner and if anyone would ever meet his high standards.

Gold can buy happiness was a fallacy, Crystal does. Slowly, lone Hunter comes from four directions, order the same choice. Similar results, after finishing their lunch. Some people make small tent, shelter them self before hunting few monsters. Greedy lone Hunter settled there, unavoidable trouble come, one after another. Oldman Gao watches all the time, from the opening market house, until these present incidents. He missing from the camp when one of the members of Lao Camp looking for, actually he and the young mistress only use Stealthmode. They want to test the leader and member Lao Camp, how do they solve the problem.

After saying that, she tossed her wavy, long hair behind her and strode out of the room sassily. Everyone knew Hunter was fearless, ruthless, and violent. However, no one knew that Lucille was the only person he feared, making her the exception. Even if he had to sacrifice himself for her, he would gladly do so. After some time, Lucille, Daisy, and Hunter sat on the couch and remained in the living room. Hunter had dressed himself in a white sweater and black trousers. He sat with one leg crossed and leaned against the couch, looking cocky. In reality, his exquisite facial features were not the most prominent thing about him, but rather his head of silver-gray hair.

Originally, Hunter also had to trample over mountains of corpses and seas of blood to reach his current position. He was the sky, the ruler, and he didn't care about anything. Such people were terrifying. Lena had been calming down in the car for half an hour, somewhat impressed with her quick thinking. If she had seen Grady crawling, she would have been scared and run away, and she would have definitely ended up dead in front of Grady. Big shots like Hunter don't like timid people at all. He is elegant and ruthless, an abyss, so he also hopes that the people around him are also abyss.