20/20 Black Widow Novels & Stories

Nineteen years ago Under the ominous cover of a moonless sky, a storm raged over the Black Rogoro pack’s territory. The air was thick with tension, the howling wind echoing the agony of a woman in labor. Inside a dimly lit wooden cabin at the heart of the warrior’s quarters, Lucia Hart lay writhing in pain, her body weakened by the brutal contractions ripping through her. She clutched the sheets beneath her as another wave of pain crashed over her.

He whispered to the baby bump and Anna giggled softly. “How would you like it, wife?” “Memorable, better than anything we have had,” she demanded. “Then you will get that, brace yourself Mrs. Blackwood, I am about to give you the experience of a lifetime.” From a Plaything, to the Billionaire’s Soulmate; that was the story of Annabel Joseph, a love story like never before. The end!!

"$45,000, and not a dollar less," Scarface demanded, holding up two fingers. $45,000? My heart sank, and I stopped struggling. I was like a fish on a cutting board. I had no bargaining power whatsoever. "All right, all right," I agreed quickly. "You seem like you get it. Thomas, help him up," he said. I stood up, shooting Vonn a look that could kill. 'Lust truly is a double-edged sword,' I thought.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

A familiar voice interrupted his thought process. "This is enough… Stop this right now." "You have no authority…" "Authority… " The woman smirked as she clutched her wrist even harder. The woman's warm breath touched Dollar Twenty's nose as she whispered, "I know you have elders' eyes… go on… use them… " Dollar Twenty's nerves unsettled, and her eyes widened. A fading yellow glimmer manifested inside her pupils for a fraction of a second, and the color from her face began to drain out.

I can't still believe I have formed a blood pact with a demon. Suddenly, my heart pumped wildly then I just saw in my mind my red-colored grace of the Cancer and his black curse joining as one. After these two orbs united, creating a black-crimson orb, a new sign was inscribed inside it. It was a sign that symbolizes a fox and a crab. “Now, let's get going. This is the birth of the Black Zodiac,” Mammon said then the Infinite Prison broke apart into pieces.

“What?” His face was pale. His eyes were not. They were black with restraint. “Give me permission to handle this.” The room seemed to tilt. There it was. The old danger. Dressed differently. Asking now, yes. But still asking for permission to become a weapon. Violet looked at Jonah’s name. Then at Theodore. Then at the dark mouth of Room 220. “No.” Something flashed in his eyes. Pain. Frustration. Fear. “You do not know what I can do when I stop holding back.”

Evangeline's Pov "She was holding up remarkably well." "Poor thing. So young to be a widow." "I heard she got his shares now." The whispers followed me like flies, and I let them because that’s what widows did. We floated through rooms in black dresses and let people say whatever they needed to say to make themselves feel better about death.

Blackwood. "I forgot," I muttered. The next message came immediately: "Do it now. And don't scream." Don't scream. That alone made me suspicious. I opened the app and logged in, and when the page loaded I went completely still. The profile picture was from the gown launch, elegant, mysterious, untouchable. Mrs. Blackwood, exactly as intended. But that wasn't what made my mouth fall open. It was the number sitting beneath it. Twenty million followers. I blinked. Looked again. Still there, not a glitch, not my eyes playing tricks. Twenty million. My hand flew to my mouth. Even Miranda hadn't reached that.