Black Hat X Dr Flug Novels & Stories

Stuart put down the phone, stood outside, and kept listening in. "You're Flynt Moore?" Xanthus asked as he watched Stuart leave. He knew Flynt did not like him from his first impression. Moreover, Scarlette was asleep, and only he and Raeleigh were together alone in a room. What in the world could happen? "With pleasure. Do you know me, Dr. Osteen?" Flynt took a look at Raeleigh, pulled out a chair, and was ready to sit down. Xanthus told him, "I know of you, but I don't know you. I just heard someone mention that you are Mr. Moore, so I took a guess. What are you here for?"

“Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.” That wasn’t comforting. “At least tell me where you’re going,” she added. I hesitated. Then... “The Forbidden Club.” Silence. The kind that made my stomach tighten. Avery’s expression changed completely. “Wait,” she said slowly. “You’re serious?” “Why?” I asked. “What is it?” She stared at me for a second longer. Then laughed. “You have no idea what you just got yourself into.” My chest tightened. “Then tell me.”

"Who?" "Alpha Draven," Jax reported, his eyes scanning the decrypted text. "He’s officially RSVP'd. He’s mobilizing his entourage to celebrate the new Beta heir. And your cover story worked flawlessly, Fenn—he specifically noted that his daughter Flynn and her mate Liam are coming with them to enjoy the bonfire."

He sat in a room with two men in suits that cost more than Miller’s car—Department of Justice. "Mr. Hawke," the lead agent said, sliding a folder across the table. "We have the data from the 'Dark Site' in Florida. We know Damian leaked the protocols. We know Julian Reed funded the mercenaries in Switzerland. You’re a hero on paper. But we also found the records of the 'Hawke Anomaly' clinic in St. Moritz." Ethan didn't blink. He sat perfectly still, the "Ice King" persona fully restored. "A medical clinic for my mother’s respiratory issues is hardly a federal crime, Agent."

He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black. Normally, seeing someone dressed in all black would give me chills especially because I had a bad history with black. This time, I didn't hear my blood roaring in my ears. The guy looked desperate. Not desperately in need of money, but answers. His dark eyes held secrets, unsolved mysteries and something darker. Something dangerously attractive. Like fire. "What do you want?" "I.. I'm in search of someone but I've got no leads on them. Can you help me?" first rule a girl learns is that,

Draven stood rigid in the hallway, his arm tightened protectively around Belle, eyes fixed on two men at the far end. Diego leaned close to a companion, speaking quietly. The stranger’s face was half-shadowed, but Draven recognized that build, that stance, that cold, calculating aura instantly. Marcus Hale—his cousin’s right-hand man, the one who’d orchestrated data leaks and the attempted takeover of Blackwood Industries months before. The man who was supposed to be in prison.

Harris mumbled to himself as he paced around his office, his arms folded across his chest. "Zack and Riley must not know about this until then or else…" Zack barged into the office, cutting right through Harris' thoughts. "Someone at White Fir knows about the Flayerman." Zack announced as he dropped his laptop on Harris's desk. "Really? Who is he?" Harris asked as he stopped right in front of the table and looked into the laptop. "Flayerman was an Alpha and a notorious serial human flayer of the then River Moon Pack." Zack explained but Harris was quite confused.

"You need to see this." I plugged the drive into my computer and checked the contents. There was a video, and it was taken in a private parlor of an upscale club. It showed Joseph drinking with his trust fund baby buddies. He was drunk and holding a salaciously attractive woman in his arms as he bragged to his friends.