Black Buck Novels & Stories

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

I nearly dropped the tissue. A guy leaned casually against the locker beside mine, like hallways had never made him nervous a day in his life. Brown curls. A hockey jacket hanging carelessly over his uniform like rules was more of a suggestion to him. Friendly eyes that actually reached his smile—which immediately made him the rarest thing I’d encountered at Blackthorn Elite all day. “I’ve had better,” I admitted carefully. His gaze flicked to my locker, and something crossed his face. “They started early.” “They?”

"You think I'm not quite mentally stable?" "We are in the middle of the forest at two in the morning." "Yes…We are. You must not be quite mentally stable either if you agreed to join me in the middle of the forest at two in the morning." "Fair point." Eric smiled at me, the night darkening his features slightly from the shadows of the trees. He wore his black jacket unzipped over what looked like a white t-shirt with jeans and boots, as he usually did. He turned his head forward, tilted toward the trees ever so slightly, his expression a mixture of alert and relaxed. He was always relaxed, though —every time I had been around him he had been, anyway. He always stood with his shoulders back a

A guy, clad in black paced back and forth, next to his very bored friend. " I don't understand! There wasn't supposed to be a mistake! I thought you asked your 'friend' to keep a party? Are you listening to me!!?" he said. His friend, who was staring at his perfectly buffed nails, rolled his eyes and said, " No, I'm not. Also, I did ask him to. It's not my fault you couldn't pick a lock! "

Ivy said, "the Rogues are typical criminals that go after gold and coin, not power. Most likely they have a buyer for the spear" "Whatever the case it cannot be in the wrong hands" said Morgan, "our primary objective is to get the spear back, the Rogues cannot escape us either." They raced into the forest. They had a sensatory Huntsman with them, Duke. He closed his eyes and concentrated. He announced, "They are in this forest, riding south on horses" "They have horses now?" One of the men said. Morgan just sighed. Duke lead the Huntsmen south of the Forest then they saw smoke from the distance in the forest.

I took notice of it because it’s one of the latest design that I want to buy. “Hawkeye?” I heard Black Dragon on my intercom. “Just a minute.” I answered back. I rewind the video again and bingo! It’s him! It’s Big Boss! He is the college student. He’s wearing the same sneakers. “It’s a college student wearing Seoul University’s uniform, black sneakers and backpack. I think he headed towards the east.” I reported to Black Dragon. “Good job Hawkeye, got it. Now, will you contact Topgun? I need his help.” He then told me. I paused in shock for a while. Black Dragon asking for help? I still have a lot to learn about him.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

Me: kk. I left my phone on the couch and went upstairs too change, I put on my favorite comfy, grey sweatpants then a plain black long-sleeve body suit with black crocs to match. I pulled my hair back into a sock bun as I walked to my brother's room. I knocked on the door, "Hey, can you give me a ride?" "Ask Blake." he yelled back. "If I wanted to, I would've." I grumbled. I got no response and pressed my ear against the door, I heard the tapping of the keyboard on his phone, "Can you just take me? It's not even that far."

He moved towards them with great speed. "A car is moving towards us" One of the daggers complained almost three of them. One of the men snuck out his face through the window and put his head back with a shocked expression "Black moon" he muttered "We are dead" one whined "Shut up you fools" the black moon ain't gonna do shit. You got tha... A loud sound could be heard cutting off the last man's speech. Their car started slowing down which happens to occur because one of the tyres has been flattened by Jax's bullet.