Who Is The Prey Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep, but the next time I opened my eyes, I noticed that she was already asleep, and I believed it was time to execute my plan. Sliding out my phone, I immediately started my operation. I texted Piero, who immediately acknowledged it, and then I stood up from the chair, moving towards the door. As soon as I grabbed the doorknob, I noticed there was something wrong, so I waited for a bit. She turned around, rolling on the bed, and when I noticed that the coast was clear, I immediately moved out of the room. Piero was already waiting for me in the hallway. “What now, boss?” He asked, making me feel a bit strange about the whole thing.

I asked him. "I will never bow to a witch. I will take pleasure in eating your heart since you chose to ruin my meal!" He spat back at me with an evil smirk. Yes, I could have easily done a killing blow, but I find a slight enjoyment in making the evil beings suffer a little. Plus, I get paid more if I deliver them alive. Mucelini here broke the law. Ghouls have centers where they can obtain flesh to survive. When several ghoul attacks started in the area and the Paranormal Enforcement Agents (PEA) couldn't find the culprit they called me. Freya Blackwood, paranormal bounty hunter. I take on hunting ghouls, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. I am the best of the best and

"After the papers are signed next week, you'll receive the first anniversary gift from the Donna." Outside the window, the rain gradually stopped. The hunter had already closed the net, leaving the prey still sleeping peacefully in the gentle trap, unaware.

Even if that course led to places it was never meant to go. The thought stayed with me all the way home, looping in my mind like a mantra. The clutter in my head settled into neat, organized compartments. Even if the image of lifeless human eyes still lurked in the darkest corners of my thoughts, haunting me. I did not agree with his food preferences, but I knew that Edgar couldn't help for what he was anymore than I could. Nature had always been predator and prey. Edgar just happened to be a predator. Like I was when the scent of wildlife called to me on a run. I wasn't evil for sating my hunger with my natural prey. Even humans fed on meat.

Prey instructed the maids, and leaving the kitchen. As she came out from the kitchen, she saw Maya entering the office. She looked at Maya with deadly expression. Prey is a CAMELEON. She was difficult to know her true identity. Even Alex whom was her ex-lover and Adeline whom was her close friend, they didn’t know her deeply. None of them still didn’t know what she was capable of doing. Prey entered into their bedroom upstairs. She met Maya’s father sitting on the bed pressing his phone. She walked closed to him. She bent a bit and kissed him on his forehead. Maya’s father kissed her back with smiles on his face.

His signature repeated three times, clean and confident. No fault on our end. There never was. I closed the file. This Matilda Monroe was just a whiny child who thinks she was stolen from. Who confused grief for leverage. But I couldn't shake off the voice in my head. prey didn’t walk into the lion’s den unless it believed one thing. That it wasn’t prey at all. Something slow and dangerous coiled in my chest. If Matilda Monroe thought she could walk into my world and demand my attention…

My body followed, my massive paws slamming against the forest floor as I lunged. Everything sharpened around me, the syrupy scent of him, the sound of his breath, the rhythm of his heartbeat. He was Prey. That was what he became in that moment, not Caelum, not the boy who watched me. Not the one who tried to understand me but prey. He moved just in time. My claws tore through the air where he had been, slicing bark from a tree instead. He turned sharply, his blade already in his hand. “Nyra!” he shouted.

She would even die happy if she could at least manage to kill her. Magdalena’s ultimate goal was to at least take a hostage. What better than taking the one everyone seemed the most protective of hostage. However, she had miscalculated and mid lunge she realized that she had made a mistake. Margo evaded her easily. Suddenly the picture of the timid young woman that everyone doted on changed into an image of a tiger poised to kill. For a brief moment she was looking into the green eyes of a predator. Magdalena’s blood began to run cold as she looked into those eyes and saw her own death flash before her eyes.

Her tears increased, her thoughts were confused, she could not think clearly but one thing she was sure of was that Alessandro was a predator, a very deadly kind and she was his prey. ☆ ☆ ☆ Unlike him, he had been making many spontaneous decisions lately, he didn’t know if it was a good thing. He stared at the girl that sat across from him. She looked thinner than when he had last seen her. She was visibly shaken by the incident she had just witnessed. She was lucky she had passed out when he had attacked her kingdom, he thought to himself. Shortly afterwards Gwen entered the room. His eyes met hers and he smiled in appreciation, “Thank you so much, Gwen".

............. Come on!” Bay cheered the drooling beast. "Show me what you can!" The crane, an Ursus prole, with the colors of the rising sun, crept around its victim, growling. He kept his eyes on the young, blond man's small handgun. He had learned in the years of his imprisonment. He knew how dangerous this thing was, that it meant pain. But he was hungry, so very hungry. And sometimes he even managed to grab a bite before the pain came.