Black King Drifters Novels & Stories

A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome." Albert entered the room, meeting his eyes was a very strange atmosphere. In the dim light of the white room, a middle-aged man was lying at the far end of the room; in the center of his chest were numerous stab wounds. He lay in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and inside those eyes were fear and despair. The most striking thing is still

With the return of Nocté, the element calmed down and floods no longer happened. Agnes and Bastian had to work hard and hire local help to make the Black Cliff habitable for people, not sea creatures. There was plenty of work left to this day, but Agnes kept her chip up. Nocté was surprised at the strong health of the old woman: she never complained to her about back pain or aching bones.

Drift states when we meet him half way in the middle of the compound. The Road Kings clubhouse is made up an old repair shop. There is a couple thousand square feet added onto it and has cement walls blocking the view. If they wanted to, they could easily take us out here and now, and no one would even know. "Drift. Thanks for meeting with us." Austin states as they stare each other down. Drift is practically a mystery to us all and as much as I hate that Torque couldn't find much on the fucker, I can read people well enough to know that he has a dark past that even the likes of us wouldn't comprehend.

I managed to get the location of the black vampires, something they’d been able to keep secret since the black king’s return. Drake and Jeremiah were meticulous about recording everything I told them. When I’d said all I could and was so exhausted I couldn’t hold the connection with Jack anymore, they made ready for their rescue mission.

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.

“Do you want me to kick your balls right now?!” Park immediately grinned shamelessly. “You can’t,” he teased while wiggling his brows. “Then I won’t be able to make you happy tonight.” Pete looked horrified. “You seriously have no shame.” “Of course not,” Park proudly replied. “You should take good care of my dick and balls, baby. Those are precious assets.” “Disgusting,” Ethan hissed while glaring at his brother in complete disappointment. Meanwhile, Pete looked seconds away from committing murder while Park only laughed comfortably from the couch. ****😏😊😏****

The stretch burned sweetly, tears pricking my eyes as I adjusted, sucking with desperate hunger. Behind me, Xavier mounted like the alpha he was, his hands spreading my ass cheeks wide, exposing my dripping pussy to the night air. He rubbed the broad head of his cock along my slit, coating himself in my wetness, teasing my swollen clit until I whimpered around Kale. Then, with a feral grunt, he slammed inside, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The force rocked me forward, impaling me deeper on Kale's length, my body caught in their vise.

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

I turn back towards the front and begin getting my stuff out when Kevin plops down next to me. "So where's your little boyfriend?" Kevin mocks. "What are you talking about?" I reply in annoyance. "You know the Draven guy at the festival the other day." Kevin says with a sirk. "You know what they say about the Draven's don't you?" He continues. "They say they are evil vampires and anyone who is around them for too long disappears never to be seen again." He finishes. Suddenly a loud thunk sound comes from my other side and I look to see Victor pulling out the chair next to me. I look back at Kevin who wears a smirk on his face.

She would have Callisto at her side, and Azrael too. But of the fallen, I had given up a while ago. "No!" I thought, "Asmodeus NEEDS to be on my side." ⋅ ♱ ⋅ The black sun made the sky of hell darker and darker, it was a true work of art, and not even the 7 chapters devoted to its description was enough to define how truly stunning it was. The crimson sky, the dark and cold sun, the gray clouds, and in the background, well hidden among the black mountains, there were small glows.