Black Barty Novels & Stories

Cathy’s laughter died in a squeak as she tried to shield her eyes from the intensity of the light. “Liar!” She blinked her eyes several times to adjust them to the light but just as her sight cleared a heavy blow to her belly sent the breath out of her. Cathy grunted against the pain and through the crack of her lashes saw the baton that had been used to hit her in the hand of the largest of them. He was the only one she recognized among the others. They were all tall, dressed in black, and dangerous. She cracked a smile at them through her pain but they certainly weren’t looking forward to making friends with her.

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

After all, he had dealt with all that damn bureaucracy for years, centuries as Asra warmed up Callisto’s bed and ignored his duties. "I’m going to... redo the question" I muttered giving myself up "what the hell happened and what cock was shoved up these nobles' asses to be so dissatisfied?" "Cof... Cof..." Elaine coughed as if she was about to die, practically without air. I arched the body towards him and poured him another cup of water. "Careful, pretty girl," I whispered "you’ll choke like that." "Huum!" Baltazar cleared his throat trying to get my attention and my eyes fixed on him, giving the adamant-faced demon Asra regarded as a human Ex - what he wanted. Attention.

He stopped and looked at the young woman in front of him, wondering where and when he had met her, " do I know you?" The moment he asked that question, the smile on her face disappeared, a scowl formed on her pretty face, " don't mess with me lover boy, iam barbie, the girl you took home one night in Las Vegas, have you forgotten me? I have missed you so much" she said, her hand reaching out to touch him. Alex sigh, he could not even remember even the tiniest details about the young lady standing infront of him, he believed what happened in Las Vegas, stays in Las Vegas.

Seeing Jaxon and Mia looking like they glue each other, Rey glared at Gavin who looked innocently at everyone. “Blacky is not wrong, he just wants to play. You know already, he likes women,” said Gavin which made all the men there snort in disapproval. “I told you to keep the snake in his cage, Gavin,” Gideon hissed. “Imagine if it was Kalista, she might give birth prematurely.” All the men there shuddered at the thought of Kalista with her big belly climbing a chair and running around the room being chased by Blacky. “Usually Blacky is very sweet,” Gavin defended against his snake which looked at the men around with its round eyes as its body squirmed about to come to its master.

Her legs are toned and her hair, a honey wave. She's everything I want. Maybe not my type of woman that I've been with before, but she's worth everything new that I want to try. Everything that my cock craves. " Mr. Black." Naomi calls, no longer crossing her arms but holding her own coffee. " Yeah?" " I asked what you were doing at Bart's?" She says and takes a sip from her coffee with her eyes on mine. " Meeting an acquaintance." " Should I be worried you're always everywhere I go?" She asks, blowing little air into her coffee.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

Chapter Eleven— fake dating. ☆Micaiah's POV☆ We sat in his study. Barton himself looked like something out of a mob movie—sixty years old, silver hair slicked back, a pinky ring that caught the light when he moved his hand. Kieran stood behind me, silent and watchful. He'd barely said a word since we arrived. "So," Barton said, swirling his scotch. "Daemon Blackwood." I leaned back, keeping my expression neutral. "He's becoming a problem."

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.