The Hunting Wives Book Novels & Stories

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

“She still is.” “Oh, well, when she was working on her, Vincent claimed that hunters had attacked her and he had saved her. I tried to argue but Joseph knew that his daughter had gone out hunting with her and called for a search party. He didn’t care about Valerie or the very cause of everything stood in the midst of our town. I begged his wife to convince him to tell Hawk.” She fell silent and dread filled me in anticipation for the rest of their story. My grip tightened on my grandmother’s as she went to speak again and she gave me a little squeeze.

She couldn’t help but wonder how many unspoken histories were buried in this family — and how many were about to surface. The castle grew taller, Rachel squealing each time the tide kissed the base. To passersby, they looked like a picture-perfect family sharing a simple joy. But under the hum of the waves, the truth pressed heavy — one man’s longing, one woman’s refusal, and a child unknowingly stitching them together in ways neither could escape. The waves had begun to calm, rolling gently as if the ocean itself wanted to listen. Francesca spread out the cooler’s contents onto the mat — fried rice, grilled chicken wings, plantain, and bottles of malt sweating in the sun.

HAYDEN Banquet. The pack prepared a feast everyone enjoyed after learning what we won; we got the twins. We celebrated their arrival to the pack, and I was very grateful they were welcomed. The siblings have never been happier now that they’re finally together again. But later at the festival, I didn’t find my wife among the crowd, and searching for her was hard, although I marked her and her scent was unique, but hell, Roxanne was even more difficult to find.

She was a nobody. "This is the woman?" Hilda muttered to the empty room. Unlike this Audrey girl, she was sharp, wealthy, and bold. Lucius had rejected her, the CEO of Miller Group, for this absolute nobody. The insult burned hot in her chest. She did not buy it. Something was wrong. But if this Audrey really was his wife, Hilda would ensure she did not last long. ............. At the Hunt estate. Uncle Roland Hunt sat in his study. He stared at his tablet. The Hunt Group press release glared back at him.

Samuel asked. Nicole thought for a moment, and she agreed. "Then we will see you after school." Samuel hung up the phone. Nicole went straight back to the dormitory and took out her computer to search for White's information. 'Since White is a member of The Hunters, his personal information must be in The Hunters' database.' Nicole came up with a bold idea with this thought in mind. She was prepared to hack into The Hunters' database. Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she started to hack into The Hunters' database. But it was not as easy as expected. The Hunters's firewall was designed by top hackers with layers of protection, not something that ordinary people could break into.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

I shouted. Just as I was panicking, a high-pitched female voice came from the bedroom. "Are you looking for her?" I turned, and the hunter and his wife were standing at the door. They are disheveled and carry the smell and mark of s.ex. The hunter was not as honest as he looked in the day. His face was dark, his eyes malicious, and he held a bloody stick in his hand. His wife, half-naked, looked like a scheming prostitute.

“I won’t let you miss me for too long. I will come back. And I will kill all of you.” Damn. I had almost forgotten. My wife used to be the Hunters’ strategist. I stared at the woman sitting before me. She was wearing a black mini dress which exposed her long legs when she crossed them as she stared at me intently. “So, after you are done using my body as you please, you are going to discard me? How cruel. But aren’t you going to feel lonely, though?” “And why would I be?” she asked while munching a banana. That sinful fruit of all people. She was licking it and wrapping her mouth around it as if it was the tastiest thing in the world.