The Hunting Wives Book の小説・ストーリー

The guest rushed to Lexi and grabbed her neck. “Help...”Lexi could only make a little voice with her neck under the control of the guest’s hand. I suddenly raised my head and looked right into those two bloody eyes of Lexi. She was trying hard to ask me for help. But how could I save her? I couldn’t let out the secret of my being a huntress in this house. And she once treated me like a rat. Clearly, I would never show any sympathy for her. Giving no sympathy for enemy was winning luck for oneself. I gained the rules from what I had experienced in this house thanks to them. “Owww!” The weird guest bit her neck and I saw blood running down from her shoulder. Just in an instant, Lexi fell down

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

Mary McQueen pulls over in her driveway in Greenvale, New York. It is night time and she has just come back from a job; a hunting job. She has been a hunter for as long as she can remember and she can’t seem to get the thrill out of her system. She left her husband, Frank McQueen, at home with their daughter. The two always seem close and sometimes she gets jealous even though she loves them with all her heart. She has always been grateful to have an understanding husband who never ran away even when he first encountered the world of the supernatural, courtesy of Mary, he still stayed by her side.

“And then, the hunting exercises increased. They would leave for days and return. At first, they brought back game, and I tried to be polite and eat it. But I could never keep the food down. I had eaten deer and rabbit before, but pregnancy had changed my preferences and I could not stomach it. And then they would just leave for days and come back with nothing but the smell of the hunt. It was nauseating to me. But more than that, I felt like I was losing my husband to the hunt. I would cry at night alone in my bed, waiting for my husband to return. My husband sensed my sadness and persuaded his father to postpone the hunts. Old Man Silver begrudgingly agreed. But when I finally thought I co

She randomly picked out a book. “Dealing with demons, volume I.” She read out loud and looked at the book and what was written at the side. She continued to walk until she saw another book titled How To Kill a Vampire. “I guess Vampires are basically demons after all.” She shrugged and started to flip through the pages of the book. Delilah looked around. She had already fallen in love with the place, and she was certain that if she could stay here all year and only leave to see her parents for a few days every month, she would.

And this act of hers only just made the hunt game even more interesting. The traitors that always believed they were one step ahead of me always ended up trapped in my hunting game. People in the smuggling business knew me as the Hunter and nicknamed me as that. I liked the name. None of them had survived my hunting game because they were either shot to death by my men or I or they would have had a heart attack from fear. I hoped my dear wife would be different but hey, I couldn't expect much from a woman. Many of my traitors were male and none had survived. I only have this game for women too when I found them close to me and end up betraying me.

Hunter wraps his hand around her shoulder and lead her to one of the guestroom passing an apologetic glance at me. I release the air which I don't know I have been holding for a long moment. This woman gives me more chills than her son, Nathaniel. I don't know what are the criteria for a mafia wife in her opinion nor I'm interested in their business. I really believe in earning by honest hard work than robbing others. Hunter must give me some explanation after the dinner. I can't put my future on jeopardy before learning the pros and cons as there's no backing out once I walk down the aisle.

He drinks beer while sharing stories with his friends. Vesper made her way to the second-floor library area. She stared at the mountain of books in front of her. Then she moves her way to the history section, where she pulls out a book titled: Wolves 1900. It shows a summary of the life of werewolves in the 1900s and how they protected themselves against the blood hunters. She got another book titled “Vanishing Wolf, a Memoir” Her eyes start to widen as she reads the book.

Bored wife goes to a club with her friends and the unexpected occurs.. NB: This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial sex, and impregnation. In a fantasy, there are no STD's, and pregnancies become nothing once you stop reading. Sorry it is so long. I get carried away with the details. eNJOY... >>>>>>

They thought the sisters were doing well, so they reconnected with them. Old Mrs. Hunt knew they had gone too far and that the people in town could not stand them. That said, those people did not dare offend her because she was feisty, shameless, and immoral. Now that her interests were involved, Old Mrs. Hunt unleashed her shamelessness to the fullest again. “I’ve never seen married daughters returning to their parents’ home to fight for a house,” Old Mrs. Hunt muttered. When she was coldly stared at by Zachary, she stopped yelling and mumbled softly instead.