The Hunting Wives Netflix Novels & Stories

And for the first time since this entire disaster started, Hunter seems to realize where we are. Who is watching. The great Hunter, who always has everything under control, finally notices the mess standing right in front of him. His mess. “Ivy,” he says, lowering his voice. “Stop. People are watching.” I almost laugh. “Really?” I ask, tilting my head. “That’s what bothers you? The people watching? Not the fact that your wife had to hear about her own marriage problems from your mistress? Not the fact that everyone here now knows something I spent years hiding because I was ashamed of it?”

As he stormed down the hallway, his feet pounding the floor like a drumbeat, Nathan's momentum sent him crashing into someone, his arms flailing wildly as he struggled to regain balance. The impact sent shockwaves through his body, but it was nothing compared to the seismic jolt that hit him when his eyes looked up, locking onto a face that made his heart nearly skip a beat. Natasha. His ex. ***** Nathan's eyes narrowed with surprise as he gazed at Natasha who was dressed in a Alexander McQueen brown suit, his mind racing with questions. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I'm here to offer my support, Nathan," she cooed, “And to your sister too. I heard what happened an

asked Feby who was very curious of course. Huh. What a stupid question. Polygamy is not prohibited, but there will be parties who are hurt, and more experienced is the first wife. If Febi had been in Widya's position, she would most likely have ripped off the third person in her home life. However, look at Ares' first wife. Ten minutes had passed, and the beautiful woman had yet to reveal her sharp fangs and nails. So it's only natural that her attitude raises a big question mark, right?

"Oh, I guess they have no idea then. Seeing that you're one of the youngest mothers around." "They don't really like me," She chuckled. I helped her up the first step and we climbed until we got to the last one, away from the prying eyes of the women around. "I'm not as young as them. I make their husbands stare hard at me in desire so, yes." "That makes me feel good and bad at the same time." She settled into her chair and turned to look at me. "How so?" I shrugged. "My wife is so attractive it makes women insecure about their husbands. I am in no way supporting these men but it makes me feel good that they feel that way about you, you know?"

That memory has haunted me ever since that day, a reminder of how deceiving appearances can be and how you never truly know what lies beneath the surface. "Elise!" yelled Lizzy as she stormed through the door. She noticed me standing in front of the mirror, inspecting my dress. Lizzy came to a halt as she took in my attire, a flowing white gown with lace trimming. Her eyes widened. "Elise, is that…” “Are you wearing a wedding dress?" In disbelief, she inquired. She said, "You're getting married?" "Elise, are you going to marry that murderer?" Lizzy took a step towards me, frightened about her eyes watering up. "Did you forget about it already? Regarding what he did... "

|Hunter’s POV| “Why am I feeling this way, I am having a nagging feeling about something but I can't place it,” I mumbled to myself, smoothing the invincible creases on my shirt, I stood up while picking up my phone from the black mahogany desk, it will be a grave sin to say I am not missing my wife as the secretary of my office, the momentary sex we would have whenever she was angry or horny is something I can forever live for, I wouldn’t say no if she decides to resume back to work, but I know it won't be in her to-do list for now and it is understandable that she won't be able to leave the kids to fend for themselves.

Gray wolf Nick, Jenny's husband, is more than thirty meters away from the cave, full of injuries and covered in blood. Nick has just hunted for food and returned to hear the words "I come to save you" from William Jackson, only feeling something sharp stabbing into his mouth wound, causing him pain. Suddenly, Nick loses his strength, and his hand slips down. The small wild buffalo that he had just struggled to hunt for fresh meat falls onto the snow. The three eggs he stole from a large bird's nest also rolled out of his chest and onto the ground.

They split up when there was a siren, each going their separate ways. The camera panned to the group of hunters, who appeared to be waiting for their turn. A few minutes later, their siren sounded, and they took off after the four women. It was impossible to deny the show was about men who hunted women like prey, with the intent of doing whatever they wanted to them if they caught them. It appeared to be consensual, but it was shocking. I watched for the next twenty minutes as each of the women were pursued, falling one by one. Only a tenacious black girl seemed to be giving them a run for their money. The other three had been captured and taken to cottages.

Leonardo's POV Damn the hunters! From the day we Vampires rose, the hunters should never have been left alive! Otherwise, today, I should be married to my beloved Jenna and live together happily for the rest of my life! However, it was because of her, this pretentious woman who had ruined all this!

So I wasn't surprised that they spent the night with Luna Arbary before killing her. She was one of the she-wolves tyrants who used to prey on poor young he-wolves, and seduced them first and then sell their organs in black market. So, as result, she was killed on her wedding night after Hunter Violet locked her Alpha in the bathroom and disguised himself as her husband. So, the information about Hunter's gender had always been a matter of mystery. "I will take a shower. Tell Suzanne not to enter my room. I don't want to carry her scent all over!" My voice was crisp, controlled, with an undercurrent of steel that made even the air around the words tense.