Black Lagoon Greenback Jane Novels & Stories

When the old dock finally appeared through the trees, the sky had turned the color of bruised peaches. Lila waited at the far end under the single floodlight, flanked by eight women in black leather. Whips hung at their hips. Each carried a small remote. Lila’s smile was sharp enough to cut glass. “You came,” she called, her voice carrying over the lapping waves. “Naked and collared. Leaking like the desperate little fucktoys you are. How touching.” Jenna stepped forward first, the others close behind in tight formation. Cum glistened on her thighs and breasts. The five collars glowed in perfect sync.

Trevor was taken aback, and his expression turned cold. "You signed a contract with Bella Young?" Unaware of the change in his demeanor, Jaylene proudly exclaimed, "She terminated her deal with Green Hill Media, and I managed to snatch her from Royal Deluxe Entertainment for you. I offered her an 8 million dollar signing bonus. Quite the steal, right?" Trevor was grim. He glanced at the contract bearing Bella's fingerprint, his expression souring. However, Jaylene continued talking excitedly. "I'm expecting some appreciation this time. It's not too much to ask. I just want you to—"

she said. I nodded. “The minute Nicholas or Julian is free. Please. Let them know.” “I will,” Veronica said. I gave her a small smile, then I left her. I crossed over the dance floor, ignoring the cheers of the informal dancers and the glares of the more formal dancers. I came out the other side and felt like a soldier marching onto a battlefield. Before me, Jane, dressed all in black, reclined on a chair. She had her legs crossed at the knee and dangled one foot, looking for all the world like she was enjoying herself.

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

"Did Victor Russos send you here to play waitress?" "Victor sent me to watch Dominic spend money he doesn't have," Jane said, balancing the tray on three fingers with terrifying stability. "Forty million for a dirt lot. Desperation is a loud smell, Lina." "He secured the route. That’s not desperation." "He bought a grave," Jane whispered. She stepped closer. She didn't smell like catering food; she smelled of rainwater and burnt gunpowder. "Dominic is a dead man. The people in that room just haven't smelled the rot yet."

The owner of the first pair of heels questioned. “What?” asked the second. Jane heard her sneeze and blew her nose. Then the sound of water rushing out from the tap could be heard as the second lady started to wash her hands. “Roxanne Grey is back.” “Oh.My.God. Kill me! How’d that happen?” Roxanne Grey? Jane’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she pressed an ear to the cubicle door. Wasn’t that Daniel’s ex-wife?

The moment Ethan stepped into the bedroom, his jaw went slack. There stood Belle, wearing a skimpy black satin and lace nightgown that barely grazed the curve of her hips. The fabric clung to every delicious curve, accentuating her full breasts, narrow waist, and rounded hips. In the soft light, her youthful beauty was laid bare before his hungry eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath, watching as she moved toward the bed, the gown slipping to reveal the smooth line of her back and the delicate black lace bikini beneath. The sight sent a fresh jolt of desire straight through him.

He watched the door open slowly and a lady came in view, she was putting on a thin strap long black gown that glued to her body like a leech accentuating her figures and also exposing the top of her cleavages. Liam cocked a brow at the audacity this lady had to step into his office. Jane's heart skipped a bit as she ogled at the handsome man in front of her. "Well hello Mr Grayson" she greeted him biting her lower lip. Liam's eyes showed pure disgust at the lady who was walking towards him slowly. "Who gave you the right to step into my company?" Liam barked at her as soon as she came near him. Jane let out a sly smile, she believed that she could trap Liam into her clutches just like she di

she said, looking at Bianca and Black with despair. Magnus grunted and lifted Bianca into his arms like a princess. "My Luna is clothed and that's all that matters." Then he royally ignored all the people who had gathered around them and headed for the colossal front doors of the pack house. "Alpha?" the young woman called timidly. Black stopped in his tracks and took a deep breath as he looked at his Luna. "Love, meet Jane." Bianca had to stretch her neck to get a glimpse of the young woman, giving her a big smile. "Bonjour, Jane. I'm counting on you to throw me all the most incriminating pieces of information on Magnus... I mean, my Mate. See you later!"

Jane waved from a corner table, looking immaculate in a designer outfit that probably cost more than Lyra's entire wardrobe. Her sleek blonde hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail, highlighting her sharp cheekbones. "You're late," Jane said as Lyra slid into the seat across from her. "Some of us take the subway, not private cars." Lyra grabbed the menu, then quickly set it down when she saw the prices. "What's this about, Jane? You look like you've seen a ghost." Jane took a long sip of her martini, glancing around before leaning forward. "I have a business proposition for you."