Black King Drifters の小説・ストーリー

Karl's POV I walked into the gathering that was waiting for me. It was no longer only the council members that were present, the rest of the Pack members were there as well. I could see the members of my pack there too. I looked around and noticed that Princess Lyra was not yet here. I wondered if she was always this late to every gathering or she was just trying to piss me off right now. I stood in front of the burning fire as I waited for her to join me there.

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.

I’d want to thank My Black Suit King’s readers. As you can see, this novel’s first season recently ended. The second season of this book will be published together with the original Indonesian novel. You will receive an updating notice for as long as this book in your library. Alternatively, you may search for my name, Blezzia. Feel free to look at this original novel with title “The King of Denver” to find out if the second season of the Indonesian book has begun.

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.

He pinned me to the mattress, making sure that even while sleeping, I couldn't move without him noticing. "Sleep," he commanded into the darkness. "Tomorrow, we bleed." I closed my eyes. But sleep didn’t come easily. Every time I drifted off, I saw the white pawn with the red smile. And every time I woke up, I found myself staring at the gold dress hanging in the moonlight, waiting for someone to wear it. Checkmate in three moves. Move one was the breach. Move two was the trap at the Gala. Move three... I had no idea what Move three was. But lying in the arms of the King of Blackwood, I sensed I wasn’t going to like it.