Black Lagoon Greenback Jane Novels & Stories

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.

This was positively a jackpot, but Alora gave the job to that useless cleaner instead. Now she was even asking Luna to go greet the normal guests on the first floor instead! Luna stomped her foot angrily as she left. Alora pushed the door open slightly, and what she saw inside made her gasp in shock too, despite all the shadows behind the neon lights she was used to seeing. Inside the room “Crawl faster! Why are you so slow? Don’t you want the money?” Jane clenched her teeth and bit her lip tightly, trying her best to ignore the pain in her muscles, bones, and tendons. She sped up, but before she knew it, her clothes were drenched in sweat.

Jane asked coldly. Suddenly looked up at Jane with tears in my eyes. “Director Jane also said that I have been with you for so many years. You should know what kind of person I am. I am just a makeup artist. I didn’t fight for anything. Why would I put that kind of thing in cosmetics? Aren’t I destroying my future? Besides, I don’t even know what that thing is. Please believe me.” Jane’s POV: I nodded. To be honest, if it wasn’t for the female artist, saying that the Snake Grass could make people's skin rot, I wouldn’t have known either.

Jenna and Logan, driven by an unyielding determination, were acutely aware that any misstep could result in the loss of As the moon cast its ethereal glow upon the clandestine rendezvous, Jenna and Logan stood at the helm, their hearts pounding with a mixture of trepidation and determination. They were about to embark on a perilous journey, leading a band of fearless rebels into the very belly of the beast - the heart of the nefarious fighting ring's operation. Jenna, with her fiery mane cascading down her shoulders, exuded an air of unwavering resolve. Her piercing emerald eyes, filled with a potent blend of defiance and compassion, mirrored the flickering flames of rebellion that burned wi

I heard another unfamiliar voice; instead, it was a female. Her back was turned as she spoke. I sat up, and I discovered I was naked under a white sheet laying on a bed that felt like it was made from straw as well. The female turned around, and I was able to see her face. She had green eyes and long blonde hair. "Who are you and where are I?" I asked as I stared at her frighteningly. "I'm Jane, and you're on rogue territory," she replied.

Upon leaving the villa, Jane hailed a taxi to Eatery Pavilion, the most renowned restaurant in New York for cuisine, where Anderson was waiting for her in a private room. While en route, Jane checked her mobile phone for the room number. However, she accidentally collided with a man while walking and was scolded by his group for not watching where she was going. The man she bumped into, Sala Baker, appeared familiar to Jane. She apologized, and Sala replied calmly. Jane stepped aside, and the group followed Sala out of the restaurant. Her phone rang, and it was Anderson calling. She quickly found the private room where Anderson and Piper were chatting. Piper complained about hunger, and Ande

“I’ll see what I can scrounge. Hot cocoa too?” “Yes, please,” Jane said, easing back against the pillow. As they stepped into the corridor, Jane reached for the bedside table and lifted a small silver pendant: a Catholic cross entwined with wolfsbane. She turned it in the light, something like recognition flickering and fading. In the ward lounge, a vending machine swallowed Jake’s crumpled tenner. Kim stirred cocoa like she could sweeten the whole night. “What do you think?” Jake asked. “You’ve grown up,” she said, watching him.

Two weeks later. A flashy red car pulled in front of the Lockwood Cooperation. The back seat door was immediately opened after the driver rushed forward. “We are here, Mrs. Bank.” James informed Jane the moment he opened the car. A pair of legs clad in black heels stepped out of the car, before Jane’s full body stood tall outside the car, her green eyes covered with her dark sunglasses. Jane was putting on a white pants trouser, with a powdered blue blouse. Her black bag which was one of the gifts Leonard had showered her with during their honeymoon, complimented her heels and sunglasses.

confirmed jade. "don't even dare." said jane unlocking the car to head out. the car lights gave a care look through the fog until they turned themselves off. "that's not funny." panted jade. "stay calm. nothing is gonna happen." mined peter. passed and into the fog jane continued until jade and peter couldn't see her at all. after a few steps inside, out in the middle of the road was a naked lady laid unconscious. her head turned looking forward and both her hands placed tight together on her belly.