Novel & Cerita The Lonely Hunter

“Lupi, I told you she was mine, can you stop flirting with my girl, you are a fucker from hell.” Lupita went away laughing and went straight to the jukebox, coming back shaking her hips by the sound of Sugar blues singing Hoochie Coochie man. I stared at the handsome guy in front of me and Lupita came back challenging Hunter. “Go dance with your girl, before I take her, if she tastes my arms once, Hunt, you’re gone.” Hunter didn’t say anything, but he came towards me, taking me by the hand out of the room, through a dark corridor, in silence.

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.

“I’ve not heard of you.” “Eremita is the Lost Luna, Ames,” said Hunter. I was surprised to hear him backing up the story he’d concocted. I’d expected him to throw me to the wolves – literally – the first chance he got. “Besides, when have you ever been to the desert?” He sounded bored of her already.

“Wh-what?” Was all June could get out. “My name is Hunter. Not Zoran.” “Why did you lie about your name? No one gives a shit about what your name is.” June wasn’t mad, just hurt that he waited this long to bring it up. “A lot of talk was going around about me being a bad guy-”

Some managed to go beyond that and make the human part speak louder, even in sex, but most didn't see the point in making that kind of effort, Hunter included, when the pleasure would be almost nil, until their fated mate arrived to wake up they true desires… It was a shame that, after 31 years of waiting for this moment, Hunter would have to spend the rest of his life as a celibate who was secretly burning with desire all the time. Not knowing whether he was more angry with himself or with the Valiant girl for making him feel this way, he roughly moved his sweatpants away from his skin, lying down on the mattress to begin rubbing his hard and aching cock between his fingers, with only flash

… After a thorough investigation, the police uncovered a crucial lead. A butcher in Glensby, Albert Heath, was a prime suspect in the case. As soon as they got the lead, Patrick immediately took his team to Albert's house. The moment they kicked open the door of the Heath residence, a rancid stench hit them in the face. Inside the filthy, chaotic room, Albert was still snoring away on a moldy wooden bed. Hearing the commotion, he groggily opened his eyes. "Who the hell are you? Do you have a death wish, waking me up like this?"

And they’d have to be suicidal to come into Guaymas. “Are you shitting me?” I arched my brow. “No. A hunter is on his way to Guaymas. He may already be here. There was a big stink on the American side of the border, and several bodies had turned up. Hunter kills. But well, it’s weird….” Diana frowned. “What’s weird? And you said one. Why would a hunter try to make a solo run on Sonora?” I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense.

He needed to stop thinking about how lonely he was. Hunter went to the bar and drank glass after glass of whiskey. He finished several bottles, and evening folded up over the day. He saw the sky turning indigo black. Hunter hiccuped on his way up to the room. Although highly drunk, he managed to go up without falling on his face. He used the washroom, relieving his bladder before he conked out on the bed on his stomach. ~~~

"But since you asked…I'm straight. And single. If I weren't busy working all the time, I'd have a dog, but there you go. Nobody minds that I work late." It satisfied her immensely that he seemed a bit embarrassed, and she plowed ahead. "So since we're asking, Hunter," she took a swig of the fresh drink Starla delivered, "how about you? Do you live in that huge log house all by yourself?" He watched her for a moment, then nodded. "I do. Of course, I have some horses and of course, the cattle. Plus, my ranch foreman lives on the property. I suppose it could be argued that I don't live all by myself."

"Miller? What are you doing here at night?" Jonea lowered her hand and stared directly at the figure before her. "Senior? Why are you here?" asked Jonea with a slightly wary face. *** Hunter was lying in his bed, listening to music. He tried to keep himself busy and make the atmosphere of the quiet room as lively as possible. Hunter is always uncomfortable when he has to be alone. The bedroom door suddenly opened without even warning. Hunter, lying down while listening to music, suddenly sat up. He turned to the door and was about to get mad because he thought Miller was back there.