Black Lagoon Mc Novels & Stories

There was nothing like live p**n. Chase McKay rested his shoulders against the cheap headboard, taking a long pull off his beer as he settled in for the show. The naked blonde with the huge rack balanced on her knees, head thrown back as the naked brunette, with an equally impressive set of double D’s, feasted noisily on her nipples. When the blonde—Lanae, or was it Renee?—grabbed the brunette’s head, trying to force her to take more of her nipple into her mouth, the brunette—Leah, or was it Gia?—smacked her ass.

That girl went through enough already. ********************************** Meanwhile, Black who had gone to get the man who almost killed his Madame, stood by the rooftops of a certain one floor lodge. He watched two men arriving at the place and parked their car, they got out with laughter. "Damn bruh! I almost had her but that fucking bitch is too lucky" said one of them as they walked to the lodge. "Shut the fuck up! You should've done it then. Now don't speak of it and get us caught! There is nothing that you can do better" the older one spoke, spanking his head for making such a big mistake after months of planning. The younger one groaned, rubbing his head as they climbed the stairs and

“Yes, Patrick. Yes. That is exactly what I think. I think you want to be criminals — I think you love being criminals.” “We don’t love being criminals—” “You do, I can tell. You don’t need the money from your, what even is it? Your cage matches?” “It’s just underground MMA, that’s all. It’s unregulated, that’s all it means.” He pulled over to the side of the road and looked me square in the eye. “Why do you think we do what we do, huh? Any of the Claws. Why do you think we do it?”

Chapter 36 Drowning of Saint Michel The rupture in the concrete platform did not release a shower of stone or earth; it unleashed a solid, pressurized column of stagnant, black water that smelled heavily of ancient sulfur and chemical waste. The force of the underground eruption was so violent it threw Laila backward, her bound blades cutting through the air as she crashed into the concrete base of a structural pillar. The three New Breed monsters were caught directly in the path of the black geyser, their spider-like limbs instantly dissolving into a purple slime as the highly acidic water stripped the flesh from their bone structures within seconds.

Dominic announced, his voice echoing through the cavernous space, "we have Alpha Marcus and Luna Elena Blackwood, also of the Silver Lake Pack." The guards brought them forward, chains rattling as they were forced to kneel in the same spot where Alexander's blood still pooled. Elena flinched when her knees touched the crimson puddle, her once-perfect composure cracking. Marcus maintained his dignity better, spine straight despite his chains, but I detected the scent of fear rising from his skin.

“What happened to your face?” “Nothing,” he replied simply. Blood was still slowly trailing down his skin. Nothing? How was that nothing? Before anyone could say more, another knock came from the doorway. A man stepped in respectfully. “Excuse me. Alpha, Beta, Lady Lucille,” he greeted with a slight bow. “The associates from the Golden moon pack are here.” Hakan gave a nod. “I’ll be there shortly.” He stood up fully. For a brief moment, his gaze returned to me. My heart pounded painfully in my chest.

She felt dizzy and uncomfortable, but she forced herself to stay conscious. She took the bottle from Alice, refilled her glass, and held it up to everyone in the room. Her lips looked different now, flushed from the alcohol, and her gaze swept over everyone present. “Come on, everyone! The Luoshen Beach project has been in the media spotlight until today, and you all contributed to it. Since I joined the Bo company and received everyone’s support, I’ve become who I am today. I want to toast all of you!” Elaine held the glass tightly. If it weren’t for the clear, crystal-clear vodka inside, the tiredness under her eyes would have been even more obvious. This was supposed to be a festive night

“You don’t remember it because technically you weren’t ‘there.’ They had a window to do whatever they wanted before you woke up enough to object.” I swallowed bile. “And he signed off,” I said. She flipped the page. On the signature line, in clean, decisive strokes: ALEXANDER KANE. And next to “FUNDING PARTNER,” in a different hand, elegant and slanted: L. BLACK. “Lucien Black,” I said aloud. The name tasted like metal. “You know him?” Mila asked, surprised. “Not… exactly,” I said. “But he owns a club Alexander likes. And apparently, he owns pieces of my brain, too.”

Jongin said understandingly, moving forward: “Does it make sense to you?” He stopped as that man showed his fangs into a sharp, devilish smile. “I am Aleister Black, the exterminator of the Ilgara race, who murdered Prince Gerald and his wife, Lorraine.” His smile widened like a mentally disturbed person. And soon he will kill Damontry Elgara to revive the barren land of kingdoms with its hybrid blood. “How long are we going to stay here?” Baekhyun grumbled, wiping both hands over his face.

“Watch close, boys. This is what ownership looks like.” He thrusts in, one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. My back arches, a choked scream ripping from my throat around the gag. The stretch is overwhelming, pleasure and pain colliding as he fills me completely. The chat explodes, tips, filth, Lilo’s name flashing in all caps: Daddys home: YOU SICK FUCK I’M CALLING THE COPS Daddys home: DAVINA BLINK TWICE IF YOU’RE OKAY