Black Diamond Su Novels & Stories

I said to Ian. "I’ve prepared a few selections based on Mr. Blackwood’s requirements," Ian said, leading us toward the back of the floor. I arched an eyebrow at Damien. "And what exactly were those requirements?" "Elegant, but not quiet. Powerful, but not flashy. Something that feels like you," Damien answered smoothly. Ian gestured toward a sleek, pearl-white sedan. "The Zenith Spectre. Refined, understated, and incredibly fast." It was stunning, but it felt a bit too formal for me. Too serious.

Distractingly so. "You usually work the late shift alone?" I asked. My voice was a deep sound in the quiet room. He didn't answer. He just squeezed the mop handle harder, his shoulders hunched up to his ears. I pulled on a pair of dark denim jeans, the denim rough against my wet skin. I didn't bother with a shirt yet, leaving my chest and the knuckle tattoos on my hands exposed. I stepped closer, my bare feet silent on the rubber matting. "Hey. I’m talking to you," I said, my tone softening just a bit. "Why are you the only one on duty? Briarwood usually has a full crew for the athletic wing."

Sparks arrested my biosok and for pretty several seconds, I was bedazzled by the amount of stones on one dress. With both hands, I grasped the black lace and raised it to see that the stones encrusted on it were not ordinary beads. They were black diamonds. A smile broke out on my lips and for a moment I wanted to scream and cry at the same time. No one had ever done this for me. And black diamonds are very expensive and had to find in the whole of Silver Crest pack. It only belonged to the top 1 of the top 1 percent elites of Silver Crest.

The very foundation of the mountain groaned, and the floor beneath them buckled, sending a tremor through the stone that felt like a dying heartbeat. From the smoke-filled hallway, the first of the Black-Sun Units emerged. They didn't walk; they glided. They were encased in liquid-metal suits that shimmered with a cold, ultraviolet light, their surfaces constantly shifting like mercury. They bore no faces, only smooth, reflective visors. They didn't carry conventional weapons; each held a staff of dark, translucent obsidian that hummed with the captive power of a dying star. Alexander stepped in front of her, his boots crunching on broken glass. He drew the broken hilt of his high-frequency

And that I can call him, “Uncle BD” “Agents, this is Black Dragon, considered as the number one agent of “Dark Knight” in this era. He will be the DJ here in “Stargazer” and the patissier in “Polaris”. Other additional information will be given by him. I really hope you’ll get along well.” No one reacted among us. I think my hyungs are still in shock too. I wonder what Yosef-hyung, I mean, Topgun thought. He was recently considered as the number one agent among us but now that Black Dragon arrived…

Yu Liang used one of the platinum tickets and summoned another roulette wheel, spinning it immediately. “Congratulations you won the card Rewriting the SSS Ranking Plot” the automatic system announced, as soon as the card landed in Yu Liang’s hands the golden glow around it disappeared and the Divine Luck card turned to dust. An SSS rank consumable card was really fearsome. A pity it lasted so short. In the end, Yu Liang got all the prizes he wanted and even profited from having a reserve platinum ticket. He couldn't help but smile at the thought that he had at least four more Divine Luck Cards in his inventory.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 The heavy rumble of the diesel engines echoing off the limestone cliffs wasn't just a threat to the local grid; it was a ghost from the life Maya had systematically dismantled. Standing at the edge of the stone pier, Maya watched the two armored black SUVs navigate the sharp, crumbling turns of the coastal highway. The vehicles were sleek, reinforced with high-grade carbon plating, and bore no corporate logos but they didn't need to. Maya recognized the specific, customized rumble of those modified engines instantly. They belonged to the Blackwood security detail.

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"She looks like she thinks she owns the place." "That's because she does," a deep, gravelly voice vibrated behind them. The crowd parted as if sliced by a blade. Dante Blackwood stepped into the light. He was an intimidating wall of a man, standing at 6'3" with shoulders that seemed to fill the room. His charcoal suit was bespoke, his silver tie the color of a winter sky. He had sharp, predatory features and grey eyes that seemed to hold the weight of a thousand secrets. He didn't look at Grant. He didn't look at the auctioneers. He walked straight toward Elena.