20/20 Black Widow Novels & Stories

My brother snapped his fingers. Two wolf guards dragged forward an old woman. Tattered cloak. Sunken eyes.Her nails are black as rot. A necklace of dried viper bones hung from her throat. The old woman jabbed a bony finger at Seraphina. “It was her!” the old woman screeched. “At the border market! Three silver coins for a black widow spider! The spider had a red spot on its tail. Not deadly. But it makes you convulse, and mute for three days.

The city didn’t sleep. Not anymore. Neon lights pulsed against rain-slicked streets, reflecting on the glass towers that reached into the sky like sharpened blades. At the heart of the chaos, whispers spread through alleyways, poker dens, and smoke-choked bars whispers of her. The Black Widow of the Delwuncos. The woman who wore her son’s ghost like armor. The woman who had turned a wedding into a funeral, and a family into an empire.

Ara tapped on her own phone and then handed it to Sam. “What?” Barely a whisper came out of Samantha’s mouth as her eyes saw what was on the screen. “BLACK WIDOW RETURNS!!!” The notorious and scandalous Samantha Kingsley-Cameron has struck once again. The much-anticipated return of the Black Widow was seen spinning her web mercilessly with shopping mall king, Damian McLaren.

As the convoy entered West End territory, Andrew casually asked, "How does West End's leader, Madam Vostokoff, compare to Atlas and your organization in terms of power?" Dylan explained, "Madam Vostokoff, also known as the Black Widow, is the most inconspicuous of the Jayrodale's four underground leaders. But don't underestimate her—she's ruthless. Over the years, whether it was Tony before, Atlas, or me, we've all tried to take over West End's territory, but no one has succeeded." "The Black Widow?" Andrew asked, surprised.

We get in the elevator and find two young women wearing short dresses, surely arriving from a party. They start whispering to each other while looking at the Black Tiger. They are eyeing him from head to toe and I can feel them talking about how hot he looks with his messy hair. They are drooling over him, but he cares less about them. He keeps a straight face, his eyes only staring at the doors. The girls are arguing about who’s going to talk to him first.

Below her, the city buzzed with markets and masked fear. Word was spreading. The Black Widow was dead. And her killer wasn’t a man. It was a girl — the daughter of the disappeared, the fury of a cartel queen, the fire that didn’t ask for permission. Luca came to stand beside her, lighting a cigarette, jaw clenched. “You’re not sleeping,” he said without looking at her. Amara didn’t respond immediately. Her hands were tight on the railing, her eyes fixed on a graffiti-tagged alleyway that led to the ruins of the old Moretti safehouse.

He ordered in his unbothered cold voice and left the room not giving her any chance to object to him again. She had no choice as she wore the black saree and walked out as he said. She climbed down the stairs and his eyes fell on her as they were stuck on her. Her skin shone against the pitch-black color and she looked exotic in a black saree. Her tiny part of her waist to the side had been an attention seeker as it dragged his attention like a magnet. But that was not long as she put her hand down making the saree fall on her side completely restricting his evil stare.

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady