Hunter
I woke up the next morning with Blue snoring softly and snuggled in the crook between my arm and neck, her delicate little hands holding me in the middle possessively. I stared at her wondering if Blue had really married me last night or perhaps it had all been a dream.
I dared a look at the grandfather clock near the hearth. It was a little after ten a.m. I dreaded thinking about college and all the notes that I'd have to borrow from someone to keep up. I decided to compartmentalize any discouraging thoughts about college and concentrate on the bliss I was currently living in.
I hadn't felt so fucking sated in like forever. It was like a missing piece of me had come back. I brushed a stray lock away from her ear and kissed her there.
BlueHunter placed a picnic mat on the floor with a basket filled with the food that the cook had prepared. It was a lovely place, the river banks; surrounded by lush greenery and a calm river. The sound of the birds added to the feeling, it was a good change from the city chaos. If Hunter wished we could stay here forever and I wouldn't complain.We'd gotten a perfect spot under the shade of a large tree. Hunter opened the basket and pulled out sandwiches and mini pizzas for the two of us. There was also a homemade cheesecake. I took a bite, the cheese, and the blackberries tasted heaven, so moist and gooey. I moaned and heard Hunter laugh. "She's a great cook, isn't she? Mary-Alix."I nodded earnestly. "Can she teach me to cook like her?"
Hunter The entire fucking night, Blue wouldn't let me touch her.Nope.My wife had made her life mission to slowly torture me to death. I'd tossed and turned for a few hours thinking about all the things I could have done to her, but I'd brought this situation onto myself and it killed me not knowing how long she was going to torture me like this, might as well stab me with a knife.I woke up to the sound of the shower turning on. I saw her chemise lying on the floor, and I instantly turned harder thinking of her and climbed out of bed. I decided to take my chances as I walked to the bathroom and tried the sliding doors but they wouldn't budge. The glass was fogged up with the steam and her delicate nude form was par
BlueThere was a reason why Hunter never took me out to the beach when there were people around. There was a reason why we never swam in the public swimming pool. It was because I shapeshifted into a mermaid every time I dived into the water.Like right now.I hadn't realized what was happening until the kid pushed me into the pool and my legs transformed into a mermaid tail.I panicked. This wasn't supposed to happen. He'd given me strict instructions not to move so I'd remained frozen in place, and I had not moved even when I knew the kid was going to push me into the water.Where was Hunter when I needed him?
Hunter"Hello? Are you still with me? Or have you expired from shock?" I heard Hannah's voice but I couldn't understand what she was saying, all I could hear was FOUR FREAKIN MILLION DOLLARS."If this is some kind of joke, Hannah, I'll kill you," I warned her.She switched to video-call and I found myself staring at a blank white until I realized she'd been holding the lottery ticket on the screen. She slowly panned it out. "Do you read this?""It's a ticket I bought. That doesn't explain anything."She turned the ticket over and showed me a number. Two-nine-one-four-eight. And then she proceeded to show it to me on her laptop and the winning number printed in the ne
HunterTurns out Hannah wasn't lying.I did win four million dollars. At first, I couldn't believe my luck; how was it even possible that I earned so much money with nothing but pure luck.When I asked Blue if she had anything to do with it, she shrugged and declined, and that only added to my suspicions. I called her my lucky charm, but she didn't think that was true. I couldn't remember my life being gloomy since the time Blue had come into my life. All I remembered was love and a lot of laughter, getting married to her was adding a cherry on the top.When I imagined my life without Blue, it just appeared to be empty. If Blue was taken out of the equation, my life was nothing better than death itself.
Blue I loved swimming, and it was when I was swimming that I nearly regretted my decision of leaving my world. I felt guilty for even having these thoughts because I loved Hunter, I really did, I just wished there was a way I could be part of both.When Hunter had bought this house, he'd made sure the house had a large pool, and deep enough on one side that I could swim to my heart's content. When I missed being back in the ocean, I took a dip into the pool.My body was floating over the surface when I heard footsteps and a presence. I turned to see my handsome husband standing over the pool, watching me with lust-filled eyes.He smiled, "Hey."Even though he was sm
Blue The car crashed into a tree. I could feel my blood rushing to my head and a painful pounding was growing there. I pressed my hand on my head and looked around. A car balloon had deflated the one that was called an air-bag. Hunter had told me that it deflated during an accident and prevented a severe injury.The side of my face that had a gash was filing in, I was healing and it was painful. When the healing was for a deeper wound, it usually hurt a lot and it didn't help that my head was spinning. I could only guess what Hunter was going through. I bit my lip from screaming from the pain.I turned in my seat to face the passenger side to see how Hunter was doing. "Hunter, are you alright?"There was no response,
Hunter I'd been painting for hours now and it seemed to me like time had suddenly come to a standstill. A few more strokes and I'll go to bed, I promised myself. The thing is I didn't want to go to bed. When I tried to sleep, I felt restless. I couldn't sleep and I either ended up painting until dawn or trying to read a book.I had a car accident three weeks ago, and according to my step-mom, I'd been in a coma for five days straight until I finally woke up in the hospital. My memories were still hazy; in fact, I couldn't even remember the past four months in my life.Four goddamn months with no fucking memory! How's that for a start?It seemed like I'd won a lottery, and bought a home. What I didn't understand is wh
HunterI pushed my back against the rock, pressing her breasts to my chest. Her hands were tangled into my hair, her lips insistent over mine. Things were steering below and I was already rock hard.Suddenly Blue sat up and began loosening the knot on her nightgown.“Sweetheart, we’re in the open.” I pointed out to her.“There’s no one here, and the kids are asleep. They won’t come outside.” She whispered.“Blue we should...” I began protesting but it was too late.She’d stripped off her nightie, and I watched mesmerized as her round breasts jiggled free. She was completely naked, with no underwear. I swore under my breath. She smiled mischievously at me, pushing her blue hair away from her face, and came to straddle on my lap.You would be fucking stupid to tell your beautiful wife to stop stripping.Blue began stroking herself against the fabric that
HUNTER “Give that back to me!”“It’s mine! Let it go! Daddy gave me that doll!”“It’s not yours, Freya!” Artemis screeched at the top of her lungs, as usual. She loved testing her vocal cords three sixty-five days. My girl could have been an opera singer.“You’re a liar!” Freya screamed back. “Moooommmyyyy!!!”Blue looked at the girls, then turned her attention towards the front and increased the volume of the stereo. “Such a nice song this is.”“You’re going to break the doll!” Freya screamed. “Daddy, tell her it’s mine.”Blue turned the notch up of the volume until the car was vibrating with the ear-splitting sound. “I love this song.” She smiled at me, humming as if the two girls in the backseat weren’t wrestling and yanking at each other's hair.Fights between Arte
Please note* The first half of this chapter is a prequel of the events that took place in the book. * * * Blue I often swam to the shore late at nights when I knew no humans were going to be there. I liked to sit by the rocks and stare at the stars in the sky. Sometimes, I liked to roll in the sand and collect sea-shells to make necklaces and today was no different.When the lights in the beach houses went out, I swam to the shore towards my favorite spot on the rocks. I made sure no human was there just like my brother Apollo told me to and sat down on the nearest rock. Apollo was my most favorite out of all my other siblings because he understood me on a different level. While I sneaked on the beach some nights, Apollo would cover for me and tell everyone that I was meeting my friend Oceana. If it weren’t for him, my family would never allow me this alone time on the beach under the st
Three Years LaterHunterI never thought it was possible for a man to have so much happiness in life, and I definitely didn't think it could be me.Three years ago when Blue went into labor, I'd panicked because it was nothing like I'd ever witnessed or imagined. The pain that she was going through seemed unbearable and I spent the rest of the time cursing myself and swearing to never get my dick anywhere near her. I regretted even getting her pregnant.I could still remember how before being wheeled into the hospital room, she'd assured me everything would be okay with a confident smile on her face and for a minute there I thought I wouldn't see her smiling.
HunterI pressed my lips to hers; I angled Blue's face in such a way that I could properly kiss her. Devour her mouth, I did. Seconds later she was moaning and squirming under my onslaught. Kissing her was hard since her bulging stomach came between us.My tongue ran a path from her ear down to her collarbone. She closed her eyes, sighing as I licked and nibbled her.I held her face leveled with mine, "You." I breathed. "You tortured me for months just because you were scared that something would happen to me again? Well, guess what? That's life and you can't do anything about it.""I'm sorry...Hunter..." her voice seemed pained and before she could mumble more apologizes I brought her mouth down to mine again, drinki
Blue "Be honest with me, Blue. What is our future together?" Adrian asked me a few days after I'd met Hunter in the supermarket.I was stirring a pot; preparing stew for dinner when his question caught me off-guard. I looked straight at him. "What do you mean our future?"Adrian's emerald eyes cut through me, and there was a smug expression plastered on his face which I hated. "How long are we going to play house? Aren't you going to...what do the humans call it...ah, yes, divorce your husband?"I shot him a look. "I would never divorce Hunter. I thought I told you that before and as far as our future is concerned, we've always been friends and that will continue to be."
HunterI had never experienced what a real heartbreak felt like until now; the heartache, it was unbearable. Blue had literally reached inside my chest, ripped out my heart and crushed it with bare hands.I almost regretted going after her like that. I should have just let it go. She had clearly told me she didn't want me, what else did I need to prove?I literally drove around without paying attention to where I was going. Instead of going to my house, I drove to my father's because I didn't trust myself to be alone at that moment. I was desperate and my toxic imagination was driving me insane.I parked the car in the parking space and cut the engine.I clenched and
Blue Hunter held out the box of Cereal towards me but I continued to stare at him. He looked much more built than before, his shoulders were broad and I could see the hard outline of his chest as it rose and fell. His golden-brown hair used to be shorter, the curls had grown out of control and he had a bit of stubble.My stomach took a flight of butterflies and I felt like my legs were going to give up.I missed him. So much."I won't hurt you." He assured me. "I just want to talk."And I couldn't believe that he was telling me the truth. Contrary to what he'd said, Hunter seemed to have every intention of hurting me.
Hunter Days turned to weeks. And I'd spent about two months looking like a mess. Painting and selling them to interested clients, I was also doing commissioned work. If I wasn't painting, I was nursing a bottle of Jack Daniels. Lately, Jack had become best friends with me; he helped numb the confusion and the pain.It was sad, almost too funny the irony that my mother hadn't wanted me even before I was out of her womb, and my wife had clearly deserted me for reasons that I was still searching for to this day. Not that I had any mommy issues, but it was a no-brainer that I was basically unwanted.It was pathetic. My life as I was living right now, feeling sorry for myself that I was unlovable. The pity-party needed to stop. I just didn't know how. Some of my f