The Hunting Wives Netflix Novels & Stories

"Where are the other women?" Once, Damon's father had a harem of slaves and tributes filled with the finest women he could get his disgusting hands on. Those who hadn't faded over the years, hadn't escaped, or been killed by the former king, Damon had freed. Along with every other captive the wolves had held, though wolves didn't usually like to keep prisoners in the first place unless they served a purpose. "There are none. Men, women, or otherwise." He took a step closer to her, and Scar tensed but didn't move away. "You're the only one. We haven't seen a witch in a while, but here you are "

Then, Sonnia burst out impatiently, "Damn! Why are you walking the dog?! Hurry up and watch the news! Something big has happened! It's massive!" After hanging up, Hilda happened to walk the dog over to the security booth by the gate of the community. Then, she noticed that all the security guards were huddled together in excitement. Every one of them had a phone in their hand and seemed to be watching an important video. Thus, she hurriedly walked over to steal a glance. It seemed like everybody was watching the same video. The title of the video was: 'Leading Actress of XXX movie Caught Sleeping With Married Senior Executive of Renowned Cinema Chain to Increase Her Movie Screening Slots. Ca

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?” He. They always assume I'm a man but whose to tell them that it's a woman killing multiple men and women. Pure sexism in the 21st century. As the saying goes ‘Some women fear the fire while some women simply become it’. I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist.

He was deliberating whether or not to share a secret with me. “Once, many centuries ago. Edward Ravenwood was a reputable and wealthy vampire, but he fell from our graces when he took a human as his wife. He died maybe twenty-five or thirty years ago. We all thought at first that she was his pet, but… Anyway, I doubt there are any ties. The wife died on the same day he did, and their estate is pretty much left in a decrepit state. Find the girl and the information she possesses, then report back. If she knows too much, you know what to do. We’ve been living peacefully amongst humans for centuries; I would hate for our kind to be exposed again. I have no doubts in my mind that there are still

"Don't think you can fool an old woman. Since when has there been any Hunt family in Goldmont?" "There's only one Hunt family in Goldmont." Nestled in Nick's embrace, Khloe didn't even bother to struggle anymore. Her voice was calm, almost indifferent. "Since you're so eager to know my husband's identity, let me introduce him properly. My husband is the CEO of the Hunt Group—Nick Hunt." At those words, Lauren nearly collapsed. Her body swayed backward. The people around her rushed to support her, and even the security team quickly closed in, afraid she might cause some kind of incident.

"Now I have you. I have sisters-in-law who feel like real family. A mother-in-law who's recovering. A purpose beyond just making money." "You have a wife who loves you," Luna added softly. "I have a wife who loves me," he repeated, smiling. "The girl in the thrift store wedding dress who accidentally married me and somehow became the center of my entire world." Luna kissed him gently. "Best accident of both our lives." "Best accident of both our lives," he agreed. They climbed into bed, exhausted but content. Tomorrow would bring new challenges—reopening cold cases, planning funerals, visiting Elise, dealing with the aftermath of Damien's arrest. But tonight, they had peace.

Words like alleged and unconfirmed reports and Mr Hunt's account has not been independently verified scattered through the paragraphs like the journalist had been embarrassed to type what they were typing. Then I found something else. Mr Hunt clearly denies any human involvement in his wife's death. He claims a supernatural wolf-like creature tore his wife apart before him. The case continues. No arrest has been made. I stopped scrolling.I checked the date of the report.I checked it again. The phone was still in my hand but I couldn't feel it anymore. I couldn't feel anything in the room. The coffee on the table, the sofa under me, the sounds coming from outside the window, all of it fell aw

Grandma Joni said, "Now, Wendy, you do not even know what a Doma is, now do you?" Grandma Joni asked and Natalia started to laugh. "There's the internet. We don't really need to stress to find out about information like that, you know?" Wendy said and took out her phone. "Okay then, look it up, insolent girl." Grandma Joni said, now taking Delilah's hair in sections and plaiting them into long braids. Wendy started to mutter words while going through the internet. "Demon slayer, housing, tech company, Defense of marriage act—"

One of the officials argued. "Not well enough." I snapped dismissively. If he had done his fucking job well, his team would have found Allison long before now. I looked back at the map- the red dots looking like blood splatter now, reminding me of her bloodied feet, the dead bodies and the masked men. "My wife has been gone seventy two hours." My grip on the marker hardened until it broke. "Every hour we waste is every hour is every hour she loses and every hour that he gains."

It turned out she was the celebrity being featured in today's show. To add to that, Christine knew very well that every reporter present most likely still considered Martha to be the wife of the billionaire Hunter Gray. The situation was undeniably headed towards a dramatic showdown.