Novel & Cerita Black Mercy

"What that'll be?" "There are some Bounty Reapers assigned to assassinate you for the same reward" She smacked her lips afterward. "What do they want from me? This sh*t occurs back then and yet still now?" "You had what they wanted" "F*ck'em" "You don't know?" "Is it because I'm part of the Criemsons?" I leaned my shoulder at the door as my chin held her lips and her glares. "You're immune" "Master told you that? Bullsh*t"

She soon found out when she opened the next door she could see, to reveal a half naked mr Black banging a blonde naked girl. His semi long hair was packed making him ten times hotter, he had no shirts on, revealing a hand to shoulder tattoo she didn't know was there, his suit pants were opened allowing his member to enter the moaning lady. The girl was beautiful and was so into the activity , that she didn't notice Grace entering, but Mr Black did as his eyes met hers instantly as she opened the door, he held onto her stare as he continued thrusting into the girl while still looking at her with much depth as if provoking her to do something. Grace only shook her head, before running out of t

Apparently, the experience was like having your soul sucked out of your body. The story of the Black Spirit imprisoned inside Diego Reed went way back before she was even born. The first Black Spirit host in Theronia, known as a Pnevma, was her grandmother, Lady Mord Kross, who could control that unstable Dark Energy. Legend had it that said she had lived years as a happy Pnevma because she was gifted. When her body became weak due to old age, the Black Spirit forced its way out of her and that’s how she passed away. Back then, Mord’s daughter Aaliyah was expecting a baby with the king. The spirit roamed the cities of Theronia for weeks causing destruction until Queen Aaliyah Reed and King

" She looked at Caleb with righteous indignation. "Even if he accidentally kicked Dad's body into the garbage, wasn't he helping clean up? "He already knows he was wrong. Why shouldn't he be forgiven?" Caleb was spitting and urinating on the body that had just been retrieved. I stared at Vivian in disbelief. I genuinely thought something in her mind had broken. An obvious act of desecration had somehow become "helping" in her mouth. Where was the Vivian Stone who once spent five years stuck in a basic post because she refused bribes and insisted on a doctor's principles?

"Anthea, I'm sorry. You have been by my side since we were little. Any time I turned my head around, there you were, like you would never leave me, so I thought that this time would be the same too. I'm sorry. I was wrong to take you for granted." I lifted my head up a little and said, "I once thought that I would rely on you forever, but now I have realized that after leaving you, I could still live a brilliant life." Gary suddenly hugged me and said emotionally, "But I'm in hell, Anthea. Without you by my side, my life has been shit. Your presence has seeped into every part of my life. I'm the one who can't live without you now. You've already done so much for me, let me take us through to

“Please, please spare me!” The human male screams as his body is slammed against the bark of a tree, miles far from the werehouse, hidden in a darkness, past the dirt roads. The man's hands were barely left with three fingers as Draven showed no mercy in his torture, leaving the human male in agony as he pleaded for mercy. “Who are you people?” He raged, “Tell me.” “Ok, ok please, I’ll talk,” he cries as Draven bobs his hands, reaching for his third finger. “We are mercenaries, human mercenaries working for Silas Carson, the hunter,” he mutters.

Look, she wanted to spit at his face, wanted to gouge out his stupidly bright eyes for still daring to look at her–look how the tides have turned. She feels herself sneer down at them, sees and tastes blood dripping down, down from her teeth, her mouth bloody and filled with something like meat, it was cold, but it was so delicious, the best she ever had and when she finally opens her mouth to speak, she hears a voice that was her’s but not her’s– “…You don’t deserve mercy.” it remarks. (The man… He has green eyes.) And he chokes out, you call this mercy?

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

Mercy pulls her hand away and grabs Leticia’s wrist, yanking her forward. Her teeth and claws fully extend. Leticia tries to move back, but Mercy has a firm grip, piercing her claws into Leticia’s skin. Mercy is a Beta female. Her features are larger and more pronounced than unranked wolves. She’s also stronger than most females. She can also be cocky. Her attitude sometimes puts her in ‘bite off more than you can chew’ positions.

The room card flew again just then, slitting their throats in an instant. As they all collapsed and died, the only survivor wet his pants right then. He had a high body count himself, but never saw anything this horrific! Charlie's killing methods could match the reaper—no hesitation, no cheeky banter and certainly no time wasted! Horrified even as he wet himself, he said in a trembling voice, "W-We're Blackwater mercenaries… We're after a Syrian warlord named Hamed, while making it look like a terror attack and pin the blame on the Ten Thousand Armies…"