Black Lagoon Greenback Jane Novels & Stories

If looks could kill, Lilian would have been six feet under, yet she stood rooted to the ground as Bianca passed by her, both women glaring at each other with thousands of insults just at the tip of their tongues, waiting for the perfect opportunity to spill. Jane emerged from the hallway. "That was moderately nice," Jane said sarcastically when she was sure that Bianca was gone. "You asked me to be nice with my words, not my actions. Now come on, let's take a walk and when we get back, we'll spend some time in the heated pool, oooh!" Lilian wiggled her shoulders and her brows playfully, making Jane laugh. "Of course, of course," Jane smiled and then turned back towards the hallway with an un

"Blood in the Water" Jane's POV I was finally feeling calm after crying for two hours when someone knocked on my apartment door. I looked through the peephole and saw a man in an expensive suit holding a briefcase. "Who is it?" "My name is Mr. Blackwood. I'm a lawyer. I need to speak with you about your inheritance." "My what?" "Your inheritance. May I come in?" "I don't have an inheritance." "Yes, you do. A very large one."

Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho." Perfect. Maybe I could finally cover rent and get those econ textbooks. The campus bookstore wanted three hundred dollars for books I'd use for one semester. Highway robbery. I started walking toward my apartment, already mentally preparing for the night shift. Five hours of sleep if I was lucky. Then it was off to showering, heavy makeup, and costumes that came with rib breaking corsets. It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer

Zanele Okafor "Is your giant wagon ready to haul my bones, or are your silver eyes just planning to burn a hole straight through my villa gates all night?" I ask, my boots stepping out into the cold dark air as my silver eyes lock onto the massive male silhouette waiting under the glowing moon-lamp. The yellow light from the crystal lamp stretches Idris Blackthorne’s giant, muscular shadow so long it looks like a mountain king across the grass.

After glowering for a bit, Ian replied, “…You’re remaining there for the rest of your life! Putting that aside, who did you buy the poison from? I need full details!” Jenna had planned to cooperate in the first place, so she was quick to say, “His nickname is Black Tan, but he’s extremely difficult to contact. If you want to see him, you need to input a certain code and make a video call! Don’t worry, I can help you with the process!” “…I’ll be sending someone to bring you over now, but I warn you. No tricks…!” “No tricks! I promise!” Sneering in response, Ian then began ordering his men to transport her back… and within two hours, Jenna was back in Darlsbury.

Standing next to her is a blonde and she seems to be telling the blonde something. "Hmm, you like that one, don't you?" Tessa chimes in as she giggles loudly. She's becoming irritating. "Who's she?" I ask, surprised at how gruff my voice sounds. I clear my throat. Terrance turns around to stare at both women as he looks back at me. "The blonde or the redhead?" "The redhead. Who's she?" I ask, slipping my hands inside my pants pockets. "Gianna Haines. She's a real beauty, herself. She loves fashion and she is from Texas. I'm not sure she's your type, though. She's too pure, Mr. Black." Terrance says.

come as soon as you can with Caleb" Stella; what a douche bag! look what he sent me she shows the text to Caleb and Raven. Caleb looks pained and definitely sure he's ready to hit Jake and Stella looks like she'll pull Jane's hair. They all agree to go see Jake and Jane . Raven; are you guys sure it's okay I come? Stella; yes baby. you're coming and we're dealing with them. Caleb; it's fine babe . They all get into Caleb's car . Caleb has this black Benz , he won the car in a lottery with some cash as well. They finally get to Parsey guest house off Bev tree road. They finally enter the apartment and Jane is seen crying . she's in Sandy's clothe and she looks like she's gonna die real soon .

Linda offers. “Thanks.” A little while later I have the chronicle spread out in front of me. My photo is plastered across the front page, right alongside a snapshot from my funeral. As I begin to read, my heart sinks. Five years ago Jane Blackwell divorced the Alpha, just over a year after a mysterious attack paralyzed family friend Eve Mechant. Seven months later she supposedly died birthing the Alpha’s daughter Paisley, who’s young life has been marked by a heart condition and multiple surgeries. However last month La Louve CEO Elise Carrington swept into town to settle the disturbing fraud allegations regarding her perfume’s sale at Eve Mechant’s exclusive boutique - and citizens couldn’t

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

I am fully naked. I put on red panties and a black bra. I wear a Black Maria short Gown. It fits just so perfectly. I gloat at myself in the mirror. I just can’t help but release a free grin. I pick up a matching red lipstick and rub on my lips. Slowly and gently, I smack my lips, watching as my lips roll and unroll in the mirror. “Jane, we don’t have all day!” Harley screams from the lounge. I look towards the door and shake my head.