The One He Claimed Sophie And Hunter Novels & Stories

At that moment, Harper was profoundly distressed and turned to Sophie, inquiring, "Is he truly speaking the truth? Are you his wife?" Sophie, visibly trembling, stammered as she attempted to explain, "Um, he... he... he he is not my husband; this individual is fabricating lies, and he is clearly unhinged, as I cannot recall ever being married to someone so irrational." Harper was dumbfounded, uncertain of whom to trust, when the strange man presented his phone, displaying a wedding photograph of himself and Sophie. “If you have any doubts, here is our wedding photograph. Furthermore, she was pregnant when she left me, and I believe she has since given birth to our child,” the peculiar man as

I didn’t believe his weak eye explanation either, but I would get it out of him. “Why would I be freaked out? The supernatural has always been a part of our world. Perhaps the company you keep is less knowledgeable than I am. I actually knew another hunter, a while back.” “Don’t tell me,” I snorted, “she was your ex-girlfriend. The one you were in love with?”

" As he turned his gaze to the lying body, Higgins spoke out against her overreaction. "What's the deal with your stare?" He inquired, seemingly piqued by the tenacity in her imagined grin. "So you're the hunter that Rachel kept telling about. Paul Higgins, the renowned and experienced warrior hunter who became stranded on this continent and incorporated magic into his..." She was led to confess everything she knew about him, at least the scratched surface information that she had been exposed to. "Shut up, little girl." Higgins blurted in a clear-cut manner. As he strutted to the door, he walked over the inquisitor's laying arm, listening for an incoming sound.

********* "I knew it, the hunters will always be a threat. We should have wiped them out when we had the chance." Casper was in a mood but then again when, wasn't he? "Calm down, Casper. It's not all the hunters but just a specific sect of them." Sophia said, twirling her fingers in her hair. It was her nervous tic and showed that no matter the calm facade she wore, she was as disturbed as them all. "A sect? And who funded their operation?" Carpet was relentless. "Sophia is right. I have spoken to the head of hunters in North America. He promised to fish out and punish them appropriately."

I have to remember to thank Bill. “So you, Bill and Yoel have been my guardian angels all this time?” I smile as I take his hand. “I told you I would keep you and Sophie safe. I meant it,” He tells me, kissing my hand. “I want to know more about Hunters. Are we sure Sophie wasn’t born with an instict we need to be on the watch for?” I ask.

He is gaunt, his clothes hanging on his once fuller frame. “You could say that, yeah. You see, Sophie is a murderer. Not only did she murder my wife, she murdered my friend. So I’m here to take her back. And you and your little MC won’t stop me. You think your family can do anything to me? You’re dead wrong, kid.” He says with a chuckle when I see another person walk out of the shadows to stand next to him.

I scanned the room and in an authoritative voice said, " What you saw here does not leave this room. You are all aware how rare having a healing ability is for a hunter or a hunter's mate." Everyone agreed and we headed up to the kitchen. Ophelia looked at me, "How long will she be out?" "I'm not sure, she's never healed anyone to that extent before." "Who found him?", I asked. Four people stepped forward. "We did Rainn." I looked over at my friends, Mercer and his mate Elodie and Ezra and his mate Calliope. Mercer steps next to me, "We met up together at the airport and decided to all ride together, we saw him as soon as we got close.

Susan quietly instructed one of the bodyguards. Without hesitation, he complied, sealing my mouth with tape. My eyes widened, and I glared at Susan. "What's going on?" Thomas' voice sounded from behind. Susan smiled brightly when she saw Thomas. "Dad!" "Do you like the car I bought you?" he asked before noticing me standing there. "And what's with her?" he asked, turning to Susan. Susan struck a pitiful pose and replied, "She scolded me, so I told the bodyguard to cover her mouth."

I’d already killed my fourth bottle, and it still hadn’t drowned the storm in my chest. Theo, my best friend since forever, slid onto the stool beside me with his eyebrows raised. “Let me get this straight,” he said, his voice was masked in half disbelief, half amusement— typical Theo. “Your dad wants you to get married? As in, arranged-marriage married?” “Yeah,” I muttered, signaling the bartender. “To some lowlife…Sophia... Carter, or something, his fucking driver's daughter” I gritted my teeth in disgust. A fuckin lowlife indeed.