Tinka Gunther Novels & Stories

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She was wearing an oxygen mask. She could only clench her fist and that man picked out a gun and shoot the nurse. Tina was scared to death. The gun was having a silencer so nobody outside knew about this. Moreover, he shot the nurse in the head and the nurse died instantly. Now, he turned and looked towards Tina. Tina was very scared. He walked towards her and sat down on the bed where Tina was sitting. He looked at her expressionless. Tina started crying. She didn't want to die at all.

“You can’t. He is too dangerous.” “He may be, but I don’t care.” My mouth watered, even in such throbbing pain when she lifted the hem of her skirt to reach the garter strapped around her thigh. I made a low sound from my throat when she pulled out a small gun from her garter and smoothed down her skirt over her long legs, ignoring the pout I gave her. “You are such a man. It’s disgusting, Sheikh Zayed.” “You gave a peek of your black thong to a bleeding and possibly dying man,” I tried to grin, my lids getting heavy and my head started moving. “If I wasn’t stabbed and throbbing with pain, I would be hard, my little enchantress.”

'' Delta Gunther asked, entering the office with a valve of pink liquid in his hand. "Have you been listening to us?" Hayley asked. "Relax, I am the Delta." Gunther told her. Hayley stared at him. "Don't worry, I'll just sit and be quiet." Gunther said, then played with his fingers. That was, for whatever reason, painted with red nail polish. "Anyway, I want to leave." "Why?" Kane asked. "I'm not a wolf,'' Hayley said, but Kane was busy staring at Gunther, who was too interested in his nail polish.

In nothing short of 9 hours, they were in Berlin, Germany, at the airport was a man waiting as they stepped out of the plane, he was standing beside a G-wagon, they both walked towards him, he smiled on sighting Amanda “Amanda” he had the German accent, he walked over to her and they shared a hug “Good to see you Thomas” she said with a smile “How long has it been? 6 months?” he said “7 actually” she said “Great to have you back in Berlin, Dr. Gunther would be so please” he said “I hope so” she said; Dr. Tobias Gunther was a godfather to Amanda, she had know him since she was 14 years old, he trained her in Japanese combats when she was shipped to Paris, she lived with him and became a full

The way he looked at her when he said "Always." She didn't hesitate. She racked the slide, disassembled the pistol with practiced movements she had learned in the last 48 hours. She pulled out the small, silver firing pin. She dropped the useless gun body on the floor. "Take it," she said, slamming the firing pin onto the metal tray next to the Tinker. "Fix him. Now." The Tinker picked up the pin. He examined it. He smiled behind his brass mask. "Good steel," he purred. "A fair trade. Life for power."

I explain, my voice a bit hoarse from lack of sleep. Gunther quickly follows instructions this time, without any questions. However, I did not miss how his mouth twitched when I mentioned the oath. In his mind. I'm sure there is a huge conspiracy theory. I have decided to share my encounter with my beta, Gunther, and Zack, the leader of the construction workers, without mentioning Nyaminyami's name or true nature.

" They died at the scene of the shootout. Carl was shot multiple times at wrong places and Nick, he was trying to save me. He took the bullet for me." " Fuck." I cuss. " And Reid too was shot but he's fine." And Moskov? Where the fuck is he? " And that retarded fuck?" " You swear too much." She says and flicks my lips. That hurts a little. " Where's Moskov, Tink? " Wow. It's been a long I heard that name. Tinkerbell. I missed it. A lot." Why's she avoiding my question? Where's the Russian fucker?

“You’re… my dad?” “Pretty sure,” Gunther said, his voice breaking. “You can test it if you want. My son’s a doctor. Hell, I almost killed you…” He sank to the ground, his face pale. Bram crouched beside him, steadying him. “Gunther, pull it together. The pack’s watching.” "I don’t care," Gunther muttered, dragging a hand over his face. "My own son…" He sucked in a shaky breath, his eyes lifting to meet Dahlia’s. "You saved him. And I almost killed him. How the hell do I live with that?"

Gunther grinned. "You want to get her back, don't you? Alright, I'll take you to Garrick," Gunther said. "Get me out of here. If you want your wife to stay alive, you'll get me out. You'll put me in an untraceable car, with a suitcase full of untraceable cash—twenty million, to be exact." "What Garrick planned to steal from me," Scott growled. "You should've let him take it the easy way," Gunther smirked.