Unfortunately, the world didn’t give me time to adjust. You see, there is a secret society of otherworldly beings known as the Hunters. They find al... nonhuman intelligent creatures and exterminate them. Sometimes, they hunt humans too, just for variety. And as a Half-Breed, I was considered fair game to them. Sucks, doesn’t it? That’s what I thought. So I began exploring this new world I didn’t know existed mere months before my twenty-second birthday. I had to know the rules, if I wanted to. School had proved to be difficult; not being like the others. A fondness for the stricter teachers irked the boys; patently apparent differences alienated the girls. The developmental teenage years were no easier, though liberally minded parents allowed chosen apparel to be worn at weekends, making the desired route in life that little easier. The tortuous journey through to adulthood now accomplished, and independence achieved, indulgence in a preferred lifestyle beckoned.Hannah glanced at her. It was weird seeing my body walkaround the house, knowing where everything was located. As she came tothe couch with the supplies, I noticed the muscles in her hairy armsflexing a bit, causing me to shudder internally."Don't worry about Sara. She'll come around eventually," Bev assured me."No, I don't blame her, Bev. I wouldn't want to sleep in the same bedwith my mother either." You aren't her mother, Greg. Right now you are her wife."Me being referred to as a wife made me feel oddly warm. Maine kaha bhabi yahan per bhut maza ata hai toh woh maan gyi bhabi ne sari pehni thi aur sari mein disco nhi ja sakte the toh hum ghar gye aur bhabi ne bachi ko sula diya , phir bhabi ne change kiya unhone jeans bilkulBody fit type aur tshirt pehni t shirt pink colour ki thi. Jab woh taiyaar hokar bahar nikli toh main unko dekhkar hakka bakka reh gya . kya figure thi unki jeans tight thi toh unki janghe jaise jeans ko faar dengi , jab woh chal rahiThi unki moti gaand gajab ki hil rahi thi unki.