The Hunting Wives Novels & Stories

Xavier yelled with a loud voice but Anita only scoffed as she folded her arms under her boobs, taking an akimbo stance with a mean look on her face. She and and Jessica were close friends in the hunting world and they are both known under The Exterminators clan to be two ruthless hunters. Some even call them 'The Ruthless Sisters'. Also, Jessica had contributed a lot to the progress of the hunting group and she (Anita) couldn't believe that her own father, the leader and inheritor of the hunting group, would decide to let her (Jessica) to just die in the hands of Arnold Chase, a feared alpha Werewolf.

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... >>>>>>

She stepped back, smoothed her hair, and walked toward Chris. He took one look at her expression and raised a brow. “You want company for the Hunt?” “Only if you’re free,” she said lightly. He smirked. “You’re not running with the women?” She shook her head. “Not tonight.” They fell into step together. Their hands brushed, quick and warm. Tina tried to ignore the flutter in her chest. It didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t. … The Hunt began with the sharp blow of the horn. Eve shifted, her wolf tall and radiant under the moon. For a moment, the whispers died. The pack women straightened. Instinct recognized rank even if their hearts didn't. Regardless of their feelings, Eve was still their Lun

His voice was guttural, he looked at me and spoke the words that sent chills through me, “Bride.” “Fuck that.” I yelled at him before I turned and ran. My team can come after him, I knew how possessive vampires were with their brides and I was a hunter for crying out loud. No way would he catch me. He followed, but I was faster. There was an advantage to being a Valkyrie, I sped up and sidestepped around people as I worked my way through the crowd heading for the exit hoping he didn’t have any other guards hidden in the busy establishment. The order could send another squad after this guy.

I'm not going to spare them until I've killed every murderer. “I've requested that their oldest son Devon's engagement be held at the Felis Farmhouse.” "You performed a fantastic job as the event coordinator." "I have to go into that farmhouse now." "I heard they're looking for a housekeeper until the wedding." "Thank you very much, Nyka." "I feel obligated to find you a buddy like you," she said, and my heart swelled with gratitude. "We were all family, and this is also my retaliation." She embraced me in a hug and gave me a sorrowful grin. After my parents died, she is the only family I have left.

Katherine Isobelle is Preston’s sister. They lost both of their parents because of an accident when they were young. Katherine Isobelle was a photographer. She used to work in New Zealand. Katherine Isobelle was married and she has a son. She signed the divorce papers but according to Preston, they are still married, because the divorce didn't push through. She has Belle’s DNA and that means they are the same person. Even after knowing all these facts, Hyacinth still couldn’t fully process everything that happened. A lot doesn't make sense. If it would, no one but her could make sense of it all but until she gets her memory back, it would be impossible.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

His name trending—not for a deal closed or a partnership secured, but for the scandal unraveling in public view. He scrolled absently, each buzz a reminder of the fallout. Of what he’d built—then burned. And still… Not one message from the only two people who had once made all of it mean something. Articles spreading like wildfire. Tweets, Reddit threads, F******k reels—all speculating about the marketing tycoon with two wives. With two lives. One post showed a photo of Andrea and Celina, side by side, their faces juxtaposed under the title: Which One Is the Real Mrs. Reyes?

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."

She replied sheepishly. “Well, you’re completely wrong, counselor. We were there for some hunting and exercise.” I replied boldly, and at that moment, I could have sworn I noticed a proud smile stretch across Horace's lips from the corner of my eye. “Really? By that time?” “Uhhh, is it not normal for our kind to exercise and hunt at such hours?” She looked at me, tight-lipped. Like she had been slapped in the face hard. “What about your husband, Mrs Wilmington? Is he okay about this arrangement?”