Black Knights Novel Ava And Pierce นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My vision blurred completely. “Oh my God.” The words escaped before I could stop them. His smile deepened. The real one. The one reserved only for me. Then he opened the box. The diamond caught the light. Beautiful. Elegant. Perfect. And somehow still not nearly as breathtaking as the man holding it. “Ava Morgan.” My heart completely surrendered. Not that it had ever stood a chance. The room disappeared again. Leaving only his voice. Only his eyes. Only us. “I don’t promise perfection.”

Claire shivered. Because Adrian Blackwood wasn’t a man who ran from battle. He was a man who burned everything in his path. And tonight? Ava was in his path. Ava’s Arrival The gunfire stopped. Silence. Then—footsteps. Slow. Purposeful. Claire held her breath as the door creaked open. And then—there she was. Ava Donovan. Wearing a sleek black dress, her heels clicking against the ruined floor. Ava smiled. “Did you really think I was done with you?” she purred.

there, and the internet erupted with inquiries about Ava Blackwood. They hadn't even reached the greatest part yet, not even the interesting stage. I sipped my wine while scrolling through the headlines on my tablet. "Fiancée or Fraud?" "Damian Cross's Mysterious Lover—Tied to a Disappeared Past?" Perfect. They'd break eventually. Ava was bright, I admit, but she wasn't cruel. She had too much heart. And Damian? He was vulnerable. He had no idea what had happened to him. Yet. But he would. They both would. And when the dust fell, only one of us would remain standing.

Ethan’s hand found hers again, fingers lacing tightly, and she felt the fire between them, a pulse that had never truly died. Grant’s voice echoed again, low, dangerous. “This ends now. Or it ends for you.” Ava’s gaze hardened, determination flaring. “No. This ends when we say it ends. Not you.” And in that instant, the garage erupted in chaos again, shadows moving, men striking, bodies colliding, the heat of fear and desire interwoven. Ava and Ethan moved together as one, a dangerous, unstoppable force. Caleb was at Grant’s side, every strike calculated, until the enemy faltered, realizing they had underestimated the bond, the fire, the relentless power of those who refused to be erased.

She stayed silent, her chest still heaving from the panic. Kaila leaned down a little closer, eyes flashing with mischief. “Tell me, how was it? Getting bent over like a common whore by your knight? Did he make you feel special? Did you whisper sweet nothings to each other in that filthy wine cellar while he fucked you like the nothing you are?” Ava flinched. Kaila grinned. “A slave like you must know how to enjoy dicks, the Ashtowers do have big length and shaft. Doesn’t matter how ‘exclusive’ you are. Once a sex toy , always a toy even to Knights, right?”

“And this must be the lovely Jenny.” “A pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Legrand,” she said, a bit too enthusiastically, and Declan noticed. “Oh, please, chérie, call me Pierre.” “Okay, Pierre…” my friend said, embarrassed. Then Pierre turned to me. “And who is this belle femme?” I extended my hand. “Juliet Pierce, Mr. Blake’s assistant.” I felt Noah tense beside me instantly. Oh… revenge. It tastes delicious. Pierre took my hand gently, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss.

(BLACK KNIGHTS) “NOW, now, now. Who could that be?” Beatrice asks, giggling and still dancing under the shade of the blood red moon. Thinking, no, planning her next move while she is weighing the facts, the significance and darkness of the characters of this world and book will benefit her. The perfect two knights that she needed. The rightful once to own the black title. “Of course!” she laughs, coming with the conclusion and choosing the ones that she needed to be her pieces. “Let’s have that person, shall we?”

stopped, part of me wanted to keep walking. Pretend like I never heard her. But I couldn't move. Footsteps echoed behind me until she caught up, her chest rising and falling with heavy gasps, anger sparking in her eyes. "Why!!" She screamed, coming to stand in front of me, her arms crossed tight against her chest. "Why are you doing this to me?" I stared down at her, my jaw tight, heart beating too fast. "Doing what?" I growled. She let out a bitter laugh, bitter and sharp. "Don't try to play dumb. You're trying to separate me from the one good thing that has happened to me since I came back to Blackvale. "I'm only protecting my beta from someone like you." I shot back, folding my arms,

I needed to scrub the scent of her lilies and sweat out of my pores. I wasn't a fool. I hadn't stayed at the top of the Graves Consortium by being trusting. Avina wasn't just some girl who wandered into a club to "unwind." No one sneaks into The Vault by accident. She had targeted me. She had known exactly who I was, and she had used her body to get close to the Patriarch. It was a classic move. A dangerous woman looking for a foothold. She had probably orchestrated the whole "chance encounter" just to have leverage over me.