Hunter by Amy Lockhart (the alpha prince and his bride full story free TXT) 📕

It was a sunday afternoon. 3'o clock in Paris, France. She was known as the greatest detective in all the world, or at least in France. She was known as to be kind hearted and mysterious. They called her Hunter. No one knew her actual name, but from my perspective, well it's just Hunter.Though I can recall what her last name was. It was Enola, her nickname now adays is the Alone Hunter. And that is how it ties it all up to Enola and Hunter. Enola is alone spelled backwards, so that is how she got that nickname.

It says you can hear her call at night. They say it's like a wolf-like howl. Well, let's see if we can find her. I know where she likes to investigate. Let's see if she has anything for us.

They went to her little so called hideout and met face to face with her.

"Hi." "Looking for trouble?"

"No!"

"Well then you might as well go." "Wait never mind I got this amulet for you!"

"Ah, Goodbye!" he replied.

She took aim and through it at him.

"Oww!"

He got sucked into the magical realm of the amulet, and that is where he stayed. She was feeling quite sorry fo what she did. She then noticed that he was trying to be good, so she quietly crept back to her corner and cryed. She would never forgive herself, so she went over to the amulet and put it around her neck and when she looked at it she cryed. She could not stop so she sat there and waited. She gasped. The amulet transported her into it's cold camber. She then saw him there and said:

"I'm sorry, I just figured out the bigest mystery in all my life."
"How to ask for forgivness."

With that we now draw this story to and end.

Publication Date: 10-27-2012

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