Black Lagoon Greenback Jane Novels & Stories

She turns over and looks me in the eyes. “I Jane Burns hereby declare my loyalty to Noah Greenwood and the Blackmoon pack.” Alpha Roan, Arthur and Emma look shocked at Jane and got quiet. I can see that they had to process what Jane had said to them. I was a little surprised too that she just did this out here so publicly. But I couldn’t help but smile very brightly towards her.

This is also used by the make-up artist team to fix the model's makeup and accessories. Which Jane also used to drink a lot of water. The air is quite hot despite being blocked by a large umbrella to block the heat. "I feel like I'm in Savannah," she complained, wiping the corner of her slightly wet lips. That remark made Brina laugh. But then, she gave Jane the code if anyone came near. As if she knew Brina was saying something through the look in her eyes, Jane put up a vigilant attitude. And sure enough, it didn't take long before she heard the voice that made her sick; Calysta.

“I’m Lilibel, Gregory’s mate. We’re so pleased to have you here.” Their kindness eased something tight in my chest. To Gregory’s other side sat another woman, elegant and graceful, with silver threading through her dark hair. She smiled at me with what seemed like real welcome. “Genevieve Blackwood. Gregory’s sister. I’ve heard wonderful things about your work with pack security.” “You’re too kind.” Then my gaze fell on the woman to my left. She was beautiful in a cold, perfect way. Dark hair swept into an immaculate chignon. Designer dress. Expensive jewelry. But her eyes, when they met mine, held all the warmth of a winter storm.

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

Ignoring the pests, I swiftly made my way into the building, leaving the paparazzi locked outside the glass doors. I carefully set Liam down on the ground. Once I made sure he wasn't too phased by the paparazzi, I turned to Jane. Her skin was covered in goosebumps as she anxiously squeezed the side of her arms. She must've noticed my worried expression because she flashed me a weak smile and added, "I'm just not used to all the cameras, but I'll be okay." I pursued my lips, unconvinced by the pale color of her face. She light-heartedly joked, "If you look so grim when we enter, people are going to think I'm blackmailing you into being with me."

The man grins as he looks at the brothel's lady who is still waving at him, and throws another tip from his pocket… he throws away the money on the floor and the girls immediately pick it up despite being naked. And Jane secretly watches them from afar. “Tall… white man.. and Brownish hair…” she muttered looking at him, who now stepped on his red Royce car, and after he was gone, Jane stood up from her seat and walked to the nearby bar, where there was a bartender. “Yes, Jane. What may I help you with? Do you want another drink or handsom—” “Tall, white man, brownish hair, using a red Royce car. Tell me about him,” she said, and the bartender raised an eyebrow.

Nikita paced about in her room, her mind racing with thoughts of Blaze. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, and she needed answers. As she walked back and forth across her room, she suddenly stopped and made her way to the door. She opened it and called out for Jane. Jane appeared at the door, her head bowed in respect. "Yes, my lady," she said. Jane was dressed in a sleek black jumpsuit that hugged her curves in all the right places. She had on a pair of black combat boots that came up to her ankles, and her long, dark hair was styled in a sleek ponytail.

Internally I’m buzzing with excitement as we leave the campus and make our way towards the dodgy inn. Exiting the forest we can see that the Night Hawk is in the middle of open grounds. It is impossible to approach it without being seen. Nervously we open the door and enter. Taking of the hoods of our capes we catch a couple of glances but nobody halts their conversations to actually stare. Behind the bar there’s a woman with grey hair, almost white. It’s put up in a tight grey bun. When she turns to face us I see her left eye is covered by an eye patch. The right eye is a rich dark brown.

"Becca!" A voice, low, deep but soft, called. I closed my eyes even tighter not wanting to wake up from my dream where I was the queen of the dark, sitting on a black acrylic royal chair with a gold wood finish. Every morning I woke up, I would walk to the mausoleum connected to my palace by an underground tunnel, clanking my heeled boots along the cobblestone tiles as I checked on my prisoners. Each cell had someone who had crossed my line one way or another. It wasn't until I walked to the end where two cells were separated from the rest. The cells that were labeled hostes, latin meaning worst enemies and mortem below hostes, meaning death. Behind the old rusty bars of one of the cells was

Chapter 82 - The Pain of Losing A Mate Once the chief maid left the room and the doors closed, Jane spoke, “You have got a pretty tattoo right there.” “Huh?” Antheia reacted, not knowing yet what Jane was talking about. “Your tattoo, at the back of your shoulder, can I see it?” Jane said.