Wolfe

"There are cheats, and there are whores, liars, theives and then the overly damned," he barked out a laugh, while stroking the glinting barrel of the pump action shot gun as if it were a lover.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes, but with the barrel of the gun pointing my way, I refused to take any chances. "And what about us? Where do we fall in?"

Greybeard chortled once again. "Us? You, son of a bitch, should know exactly where our lot falls in. We Hunt the daemons that cause us to fuck with fate, fuck with authority, even fuck with God!"

I kept my eyes on the gun pointed towards me. "Of course."
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Cassel Wolfe is on the run.

He bombed a government building, whisked away the trophy wife of a crazed billionaire, and killed an infamous duke with ties to the American Underground-- all within minutes.

The problem? He sure as hell doesn't remember doing all that, especially since he was in the middle of a stupid Calculus class in quiet old, Waterloo, Iowa, his only crime being throwing sass at the hag of a math teacher.

Armed with nothing but the knowledge that his absent father, a renowned demon Hunter, may have something to do with his sudden fugitive status, he has no choice but to follow the only one who knows whats going on, and even then he doesn't know if the cute Hunter wants to help him or throw him head first into the wolves.

*NOT A KOREAN POP/DRAMA FANFICTION* but yes I know those sculpted lips belong to T.O.P and that's Seungri.