Black Lagoon Greenback Jane Novels & Stories

Lana sighеd, rеvеaling vulnеrability as shе confеssеd, "I havе fееlings for Mary. Sincе Ambеr and Janе havе unfinishеd businеss, I plan to usе that as an advantagе to еntеr Mary's lifе. And to do that, I nееd to tеll Mary thе sеcrеt Janе has bееn kееping from hеr." Lana's POV Thе rеvеlation about Janе's involvеmеnt in drug trafficking lingеrеd in my mind as Elizabеth and I dеlvеd into our nеxt plan. I couldn't disclosе all my motivеs to Elizabеth; somе aspеcts nееdеd to rеmain concеalеd. With nеwfound knowlеdgе about Janе's illicit activitiеs, I saw an opportunity for a diffеrеnt kind of gamе – onе involving opеn blackmail. My monе y laundеring businеss had its own sеt of troublеs, and I nее

I stopped myself when I was approached by a male Omega. “Are you gentlemen leaving so soon?” He asked, worried. “Yeah, we didn't really get what we came here for.” I said gently. It seemed like Alpha Richard and his pack really did a number on their Omegas for him to behave so timidly around me. “Were you here about Elijah? Have you found him?” He whispered. I frowned. “No. We were looking for a Rogue girl. About 5’6, dark hair, pale skin and green eyes.” I said. “She was trespassing here, but the Alpha said that he executed her.“

Talia asked. "No," Jane whispered. Things had been going so well, except for the looming threat of an apocalypse. Like Talia, Jane hadn't seen this coming at all. She had been so proud that she'd gotten the job, as unimpressive as being a cashier was. She'd wanted to tell Red all about the interview and everything. Now, she was gripping the bright yellow smock she would be wearing and wondering where her lover had gone. "Was there anything else you said? She couldn't have . . ." They heard footsteps further down the trail and they all turned their heads. Stumbling up the trail was a dark figure. Talia didn't need to see the face . . . she and Tarloh both recognized the scent. And Jane just k

said the drunk girls and boys, when Amelia winked at the girls. Luckily Amelia and Christian had won the tattoo competition. "PINK PRINT!" she shouted with her lungs out when he asked what this was, she replied, "Nicki Minaj, duh!" Later they continued with the dancing when Enrique Iglesias' Dirty Dancer played, making all of them completely blowing their minds.

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

Jane looked at Selena, then at Raleigh, and finally nodded. Selena stepped forward and took both their hands, whispering an incantation. The air seemed to shimmer around them, thick with something ancient and binding. When it was done, Raleigh released a satisfied breath. "Now. Your turn." He leaned forward eagerly. "Tell me how to capture Darrell Blackwood. What's his weakness?" But Jane tilted her head, and something in her expression made my stomach drop. "I never said the person I loved most was him." "What?" Raleigh and I spoke in unison.

Holy Mary, help me out from this heartbreak, because I feel like I’m drowning already. I went to my wine rack, picked out a bottle of champagne, and began to down it all. I just needed something that would make me forget that I was used by a father and daughter to launder money. My head was already heavy, bent over the table, soaked in alcohol when Lady Jane’s voice called out. “Mr. Stroke.” I growled. “What?!” She flinched nervously. “Ms. Green is here to see you.” Really? So she still has the mind to show her pathetic face here?

"I think I’m ready to be his Queen." Jade let out a bark of laughter, rolling her eyes. "Greedy thing, aren't you?" At Willow's mock-glare, they both dissolved into giggles. The moment was broken by a sharp throat-clearing behind them. Turning, Willow found herself facing a tall man in his late twenties with a striking blonde clinging to his arm. What stopped Willow’s breath were his eyes—a pale, icy blue that lingered on her face with an unsettling intensity. "Willow! Remember me? I’m Jane, from Blair’s old training circle," the blonde chirped, showing off a row of perfect teeth.