روايات وقصص ضمن Black Knights Novel Ava And Pierce

she challenged Ava. I held tightly onto Blake's hand as I nearly brushed past Ava just as she started chanting spells. In an instant, Evelyn swung the knife across Ava's cheek, causing blood to spill. As Ava cried out in pain, I took off running with Blake. Evelyn followed since the other wolf didn't attack her, perhaps she wanted to avoid ending up like Ava.

The volcanic ridge overlooking the Blackwood Cyber-Hub looked like a jagged tooth cutting into the stormy night sky. Rain lashed against Ava’s tactical visor, but beneath her skin, the warmth of the Blue Rose grotto kept the freezing cold at bay. Beside her, Caleb was adjusting the straps on his forearm computer, his face set in hard, unforgiving lines. The "Billionaire in a Three-Piece Suit" was completely gone. Before her stood the true specter—the legendary cleaner known only to the underworld as the Ghost.

imprinted boldly on it, then it zoomed deeper into the pack till it landed on her. Ava Kings, the girl my heart beats for and I’m being told to kill. To be continued…….. (When two different worlds collide)

Ava watched Perez go before glancing at me, and I could see the curiosity in her eyes. I smiled, "Come on, I have something special for you," I said, taking the lead. I turned around when I noticed she wasn't following. "Aren't you coming?" I questioned, and she moved, following me inside. The second we entered the mansion we were greeted by the gruesome sight of Lewis and Vivian who Perez had just released from the same room Ava had been kept in. The two traitors were in poor states, looking drained and tired. I was pleased.

Part of me, the darker part of my Spirit, is sorry her Father has already passed, so I can’t kill him myself. I feel a sickening desire to ruin them all, to bring the Silver Stream to its knees. I understand, completely, why Ava doesn’t want to speak to the new Alpha, even if, by her own telling of the story, it seems like he doesn’t know what happened between his wife and Ava’s boyfriend.

I wasn’t about to make that mistake. Not after everything. Not with her. Suddenly, the front door slammed open. Every instinct I had screamed at me. Six men stormed inside. None of them looked familiar. But the leather cuts they wore told me everything I needed to know. Bishop. Time slowed as one of them reached beneath his jacket. Steel flashed. Knives. “Down!” I roared. The nearest knife flew across the room. Not toward me. Toward the counter. Toward Ava. I moved before my brain finished processing it.

Ava swallowed hard as she felt her body react to the closeness of Zane and his words. “Yes, Zane,” she said. “Tonight, you call me Sir, angel.” “Yes, Sir,” she agreed. “Good girl. Now get going, and don’t drag your feet hoping to get a light spanking. You won’t enjoy the flogging you get for being late,” he informed her. Zane placed his hand around her throat and dragged her in to a hard kiss. “Twenty minutes,” he reminded her and gently pushed her towards the door. Ava nodded as she set off to go to their bedroom. All the way upstairs she was thinking about what she would wear. By the time she opened the door and stepped inside the room, she knew just the thing. She had bought the set about

My chest tightened painfully, while my heart still raced from the rush of it all. Blake straightened slowly, rubbed his neck, and glared at me through watery eyes. “You’re all animals,” he spat, then looked at her. “And you’re nothing but their leash.” Roman stepped forward, but Ava held his arm. “Don’t,” she whispered. “He’s not worth it.” I wanted to ignore her. I wanted to tear him apart until that smug look on his face disappeared forever. But the way her voice shook stopped me. The pack guards came rushing in then, breaking up the tension, and pretending everything was fine. As Blake was pulled aside, he kept coughing and muttering curses under his breath, but I didn’t even care.

Past the wolves who'd eaten at her father's table and called her charming, who were now calculating how quickly they could pretend she'd never existed. The valet saw her coming. Held the door. The rain hit her face like a slap, cold and immediate and honest. Ryan's Onyx Venom sat at the curb. His new toy. Two million dollars of black metal and ego, delivered last Tuesday. He'd let her sit in the driver's seat once, pretended to teach her the gears. She'd pretended not to notice he was laughing at her. Ava walked to the landscaping bed. The rocks were wet, heavy, real in her hands. She chose one with a jagged edge, weighty as a heart.

KILLIAN's pov It was supposed to be romantic. The private orchestra, the full ballroom at Langston Towers, the press discreetly tipped off, ready to capture Ava Blake walking into an apology so grand it would rewrite everything. I stood in the center of the candlelit hall, waiting. But Ava didn’t walk in. She stormed in. Dressed in black—again, always black lately, like mourning the man I used to be—and flanked by two board members. The camera flashes burst behind her like lightning.