Black Beast By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

“And whoever it is… they know him too well.” But Samuel refused to hear. Life was vulture life for Samuel — governments, enemies, and harsh friends. What Samuel failed to comprehend was that the knife had been driven deep into his side long ago by hands he had not been expecting. --- That evening, Shayla turned another notch on her holster on her score of wins. Determinedly, she laid aside her book. "Tomorrow," she gasped into the blackness, "a new gulf will yawn." And far away Samuel alone in his lair stared at the trembling face in a whiskey glass. Samuel Blackwood — that enigmatical man who had ever seemed so — was actually scared for the first time in his life.

In that moment, somehow, I understood the significance of the precious gift and the weight of the love behind it. “Wake up!” shouted a guard from outside the carriage, pulling me from my sweet dream. A gentle tap on my shoulder stirred me fully awake. I quickly opened my eyes and sat up, and the memory of my reality suddenly came flooding into my mind. My heart pounded as I stood on the auction block, surrounded by powerful men emitting an air of wealth and status. The room buzzed with anticipation, each bidder eager to claim one of us slaves. Although I knew they were all taken aback by my own beauty, I hoped for a kind master. My dark, long hair cascaded like a waterfall, and my hazel brow

He called, but Graeme already began to step away, shifting in the process. He turned into a large black wolf and disappeared without another word to me or my shattered heart. I didn’t know much about being a wolf, but I did know a bit about broken hearts and mine was shattered at the fact that I had found someone who seemed to be my other half— and he had rejected me.

He walked back to the Don's building and met the Don having fun with his call bitch in the clan, Kristen. Kristen was the bitch whom the Don calls when he's frustrated or angry or just needs to get a load off. She was a mobster in the clan and was quite skilled. Being the Don's call bitch, she carried herself with an air and would always bully the weaker mobsters or the maids. As soon as Daniel walked in, the boss ordered Kristen out. She grumbled in displeasure, but a look from the Don had her comported. She glared hatefully at Daniel before storming off with her dress in hand.

I forced myself to sit upright and turn to face it. The Huge figure in front of me was so terrifying that I quickly tried to move away from it but its loud growl that slightly shook the ground made me halt my movements. "I want to liv..e," I whispered in a husky cracked voice. When the beast leaned in I quickly shut my eyes. This was it, my death. It was going to cut me into pieces or slit me open. Its warm breath brushed against my cold skin making me shiver in response. I couldn't see but I had an idea what it wanted. It wanted me dead.

I shout, as my turbulent emotions take over. My mate falls back and lands on her rear end. Her breathing accelerates, and her eyes look around wildly as if expecting an attack. She begins to cry as she watches the darkness around her, and again, I become conflicted. I want her, but I can't have her. Her view of my people is no better than anyone else so she probably wouldn't want me. Who am I kidding? Of course, she wouldn't want me. I am a beast. A beast that kills monsters. A wild animal that can't be trusted.

She smiled sweetly enough, though I sensed the shark lurking beneath the surface. “There’s a reason behind that, Ms Fisher.” “Call me Naomi, dear.” I looked down. The sudden friendliness was too much to bear and my gut twisted with unexpected guilt. I was here to take her boss’s life apart. A long moment passed. When I finally spoke, it was from the heart. “They don’t exist any more. Waning Moon took me in but I’ll always be proud to hail from Black Gold.” I raised my chin and looked her in the eyes when I named my original pack but she didn’t react or show any outward sign she knew of our fate.

' Sighing, I opened the page, where I left off from. "Ha!" exclaimed Beauty, almost angrily, "know that I would lay down my life to save his, and that this Monster, who is only one in form, has a heart so humane that he should not be persecuted for a deformity which he refrains from rendering more hideous by his actions. I will not repay his kindness with such black ingratitude." I squinted my eyes, feeling the headache getting to me. Maybe it was not a good idea to read books now. I closed the book and kept it on the nightstand.

Beast waved his hand in the air with an evil smirk pulled up at his lips. “ They are waiting for an attack from us! ” The Hellion gave him the information he had acquired from his people. “ We are not going to attack them now! Not until William Adams brings the real Jack Blackwell out of his hideout. ” Beast sneered hatefully, clenching the pen tightly in his hand with his knuckles turning white. His blood used to boil whenever he mentioned those two people and now he had a tiny version of William Adams roaming around him all the time which was pushing him off the edge.