The Hunting Wives Novels & Stories

Hunter kicked Sarah, causing her to roll on the ground. "You? I only love Audrey. You're just a toy I decided to fool around with because I was bored! How dare you lay a hand on Audrey! And how dare you cover up Grandma's death!" Hunter punched and kicked Sarah like a madman. She clutched her stomach, frantically begging for mercy after failing to dodge in time. He kept beating her until he was tired. Then, he brutally stepped on Sarah's well-maintained fingers and said, "Sarah, I told you not to shove our romantic moments in Audrey's face. The only person who's worthy of becoming my wife is Audrey White, not you..

Didn't expect Talia to drop a bomb like that on our anniversary. I slammed the door and tore off, pedal down, straight to Cresthaven Hotel. "Call Talia Sweeney down. I need her." The receptionist didn't even look up. She pointed to the side. "Fill out a form if you're here for business. Ms. Sweeney isn't seeing anyone right now." "I'm her husband. Tell her to come down. Five minutes." That got her attention.

I brought out the sauces to not be obvious. "Yeah… like those pagans who were casting the ritual where they intended to sacrifice you as his bride—" "Bride?!" My eyes widen and this time I lost my cool. I do remember something like that. Was I the bride of that Beast? I shivered even at the implication. Sally oblivious as ever rolled her eyes, waving her hand around "They do this all the time. Like a booty call for the ancient spirits. In the olden days, they would even drown pretty women in rivers when they would run dry. Crazy if you ask me, how can you entice a centuries-old spirit who has his sausage shriveled up." She took a bite, moaning and I just looked at her revolted.

“You have a bet.” “What did you just say about a bet?” Mary snapped. “I was just asking Alexander what ladies are allowed to bet on in New York,” Elise lied. “If you ask me, it should be nothing,” Mary said sharply. *** That horrible new wife of Anthony Bertram was going to drive Elise out of her mind if she did not find a way to be free of her company. Leave it to her aunt to invite families with females to tag along for the weekend of hunting. Most of them barely knew what a horse looked like, let alone a fox.

“I was taken to the town to introduce a new family line about 40 years back. Joseph was our mayor then. I married a man named Horace. Horace and I gave birth to Valerie. When she was 18, she started to hunt with… what was her name, Val?” “Rosemary, Mom.” “Ah, yes. That Rosemary was such a pretty little girl. Anyways, while they were hunting… I assume you know about the bears?” “Yes.”

Mariana explained with a heavy sigh. “A hunter bitch left a trap in the old mall the clan lives in? And you said this was over a month ago? She wouldn’t happen to have been an Egyptian bitch?” I asked, my sister, having my full attention. And given that Khalid was in my space, the call had his too. “Exactly. And Adio scumbag.” Mariana snorted. I want to tell her that Adio hunters aren’t all scum, but Khalid seems to be the only exception. I don’t count his sister. She’s a werewolf hybrid, not a hunter.

If only this were a wolf pack, he would have changed into his wolf. Hunter began to panic as his mate's scent began to get distant. He scanned the hotel quickly, and his eyes came to a stop at the door. Three women were walking out, or was one of them a boy? One of them is his mate!! Hunter ran down the stairs quickly as he measured them up. Two were full-grown women, and they were dressed to the nines, while one was a teenager? He couldn't tell because he/she was putting on big trousers with a big sweater that had a hoodie.

My hand immediately squeezed the sponge in the water as I gazed at a shy Scarlett, who stood shifting her weight back and forth with her hunter green dress swirling around her thighs. I dragged my eyes away from her as my body started to get aroused. Scarlett drew in a shaky breath, and the light scent of her arousal made me reach for the steak knife with the thought of distracting myself. I paused before carefully picking up the knife. I finished the dishes as the females sat down to eat. When the last dish was put into the strainer, I excused myself. I walked out of the back door, and in seconds, I was off the porch, sprinting toward the field where the ceremony would be held. I sat with m

I tell her. She frowns. “What’s up…” “I need Simone Wells. David’s brother wants to hire someone to be his Fiancée until he gets his promotion…" I explain. Her frown deepens. “And you’re sure Simone could, do it?” she asks. “She’s one of the only women we have that could pass as a doctor’s wife…” I remind her. “Rather send in. Quinn Daily.” She says. I bite my lip. Quinn was gorgeous, long blonde locks, sea blue eyes her entire face was made to be a model. The only problem we had with her was that her clients always fell in love with the role she played.

"This quality time spend together here with you will always be close to me. Happy trial honeymoon, wifey!!" ~Karan One more day passes in Grandma's house spending quality time together in each other's arms watching binge, cuddling and having a cozy romance. They got to know each other more well as they shared their heart out and talked a lot. They even quarrelled at times when they were cooking together in the kitchen that even instant noodles feeling damn hungry.