The Hunting Wives Novels & Stories

My name is Christine Wheeler. I just got married yesterday, and my husband, Matthew Wheeler, already complained about my skills in bed, so he signed me up for the "Wife Training Camp." The guy running it was Peter Sutton. He was extremely well-endowed, the kind that couldn't fit in your mouth. Right after I joined the group chat, he posted the assignment for the day. Every member had to practice their hip movements. We had to make our ass jiggle like Jell‑O, and then film it and post the video in the chat.

I spent the night staring at the ceiling of my guest room, listening to the wind howl against the windowpane. The next morning, the estate was a hive of activity. The Whitmore Pack’s annual Winter Hunt was a brutal tradition a way for the high-ranking members to display their strength and for alliances to be forged in blood. As the Alpha’s wife, I was expected to preside over the breakfast before the warriors headed into the forest. When I entered the dining hall, the chatter died down instantly. Valerie was already there, seated to the right of Draven’s empty chair the seat reserved for the Luna. She was dressed in traditional Frosthound hunting leathers, a dark fur mantle draped over her s

“You really did well by raising their idea of the pre-wedding shoot. It seemed to have cleared the air a little bit” “Happy married life, bro. Can't wait to be a good father, though,” Damon said, determined to get on his perk. “Shut your Goddamn mouth shut, Damon if you have nothing productive to say.” “.....chill, Bro…..These are just a few of the comments from the comment section. It is trending now.#Hunters Pre-wedding shoot and it seemed a lot of guys are actually after your wife” Hunter's blood was evident on his face, he wanted to stop him from scrolling through those comments, especially the one that had to deal with the appraisal of his wife for guys.

"You probably don't know of Mrs. Hunt's methods. A few years ago, a friend of mine knew a young girl who was sent to work at her estate. The girl didn't even last six months before she was dead," Phoebe said with a face full of worry. Summer frowned slightly. "Dead?" "Yes. The Hunt family has always been terrifying, but people seem to have forgotten about them in the past few years because of Mason's notorious reputation. Mrs. Hunt's husband is a pervert who regularly harasses the women who work at their home," Phoebe started.

He had no idea what I would answer this question with, but I assume it surprised him that I didn't make something up. “Well the Hunting community in Maine is rather large, you wouldn't be sorry if you made a trip up there.” He replied. “I'll keep that in mind.” I said with a smile. “Do you want to dance?” He asked as a slow song came on. I wanted to say no, but something was pushing me to say yes instead.

The words fell without a nicely tied bow but he got the jest and with everything we’re building here, I begged that he saw it for it was- that I just didn't want any other girls subjected to a tradition that only benefited the males. I don’t know why I was so nervous, he’d understand- hell, he had a daughter. “The Hunt is a century-old tradition,” he stated. I smiled and raised a brow. “Yes, so is the prospect of multiple wives,” Darkness crossed his face and his eyes narrowed, his sharp jaw clenched and I swear if I had a knife I could sharpen it on his jawbone. Before I could blink he stood in front of me. “Careful,” he warned but his reasoning, that it was an old tradition, was pushing me

Nicole shot him a glance and replied, "The Holder family is well-known among the Hunters." Lloyd was taken aback. "You're... a Hunter?" 'The Hunters, were something of a guild for hackers!' he thought. 'Only professionals could crack the URL to enter the website and create an account! Nicole's a Hunter?' "I'm Lucifer." Nicole swirled her glass of wine, her eyes wild. Lloyd suddenly trembled as his eyes began darting. "You're... Lucifer?!"

I mindlessly nodded. "Hahahahaha seriously! Him? He can't even get major roles in good shows!" I just stared at her. I felt a bit ashamed of what I just said. "Sorry..." I whispered. She slammed her hand at the table and brought her face closer to mine. I can finally see her. Her expression looks so frustrated and hungry that she screams she wants to eat me whole. I shivered and moved back but she grabbed my back and pulled me closer again. I am so afraid, how dare I forget she is Dohyung's wife, I am so sure she will kill me now...

Cassandra We didn’t stop just because the picnic was over that day. For something we had planned for a long time, we didn’t want to let the time go to waste. We were in a small village, walking leisurely together. Dylan gently held Miles’ hand, guiding him into the photobox, and I followed them. We took photos together with wide smiles on our faces. Beside Dylan, who kept glancing at me, the feeling of being deeply loved was so wonderful. Dylan’s earlier words still made my heart race. We might really get married soon.

The baby ultimately died. The public was outraged. [I guess the mistress’ pet dog matters more than the poor mother and child to these brothers.] [I mean, I love dogs, but I can’t understand Austin and Aaron’s behavior.] [The brothers fell in love with the same woman. Their wives are the ones suffering.] [Kirsty claims to help strays while abusing them in secret. She’s one to screw with the wives and upset them into early labor. The bitch deserves to die.] [Kirsty is after married men, and not just one. She has her sights on a pair of brothers. She should be ashamed of herself.]