Tinka Gunther Novels & Stories

'' 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."

“Years ago, we were attacked. I had a son… lost him. Later, with my second wife, I had Victoria. I promised her to the alpha’s son who attacked us, to make peace. I didn’t have a choice.” Bram’s jaw tightened. “You could’ve mentioned that last night. Might’ve avoided all this.” “You have my daughter…” “Yeah, I do. So, tell me, what punishment do you think I should hand down?” Gunther’s voice cracked. “Take some of my men, just give her back to me. Please. I can’t lose another child.” “You were ready to hand her over to a stranger,” Bram shot back. “You wanted peace, not her.” “Both,” Gunther said, desperation creeping into his tone. “I want both. At least this way, I get to see her.”

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.

“Where’s Tink?” “Goblin wife work hard to fix house!” Tink limped around the corner, her left foot bandaged heavily and stuck inside of a small bucket. “Tink. What on earth is that about?” “Tink keep banging foot. Bucket make good idea, no more swear at furniture.” Clunking her way toward him, Tink wrapped her arms around his waist, dropping a hammer, a handful of nails, and a handsaw all at once. Patting her head, he could feel the moisture of her tears soaking through the front of his shirt.

He explained. A slow smile formed on Gunther's lips as if he found something very amusing. "Interesting.” He slowly walked towards us and stopped when he was standing right in front of Thaddeus and me. Woah. It was at that moment I realized that Gunther stood an inch taller than Thaddeus. He also had a much more muscular build compared to his cousin. "What's your name?" Gunther asked, his gaze meeting mine. My cheeks instantly flushed behind the surgical mask I had put back on earlier.

Ginger said and exhaled, looking anxious. She went to her room for a second then came out again. She gave Raina a Vipertek Vts-989 Stun Gun and told her to not let anyone near her. Regardless of the way she talks, she really has a heart of gold. Raina nodded and I can see that she's more comfortable and soft towards Ginger than to us.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Cattleya-” “Catt!” I nervously clamored. “You can just call me Catt.” I tried to be friendly with him, but he didn't even return my genuine smile and instead stared at me down like a robot. “Ms. Cattleya.” I winced at his excessive roughness. “–I am Gunther, close protection officer of the Madrigal and you can expect me to guard you at any time.” My eyes blinked almost as much. I simply called out to Jaxson with my eyes in hopes he would save me from this man’s awkwardness.

"Dragons are much more physical because of their inability to communicate when in their Drago Forms." Oh. Now that he mentioned it, she noticed Gunther touched her a lot. Nothing inappropriate, just a brush of her cheek, or touch of her hand. Gunther's affection was hard to see. She almost laughed at his textbook tsundere personality, the way he hid his kindness behind fake anger, before she stood, drawing their gaze. If she wanted to earn his trust, she needed to understand him. To him, he lost his wife. Catherine followed Gunther, finding him staring at a glowing pool of blue water deeper in the cave. He looked forlorn from a distance, but scowled when she approached. "You were trying to s