Black Widow Captured Novels & Stories

The news of the captured creature sent shockwaves through the world. Images of the monstrous being, its grotesque form splashed across headlines, served as a stark reminder of the dangers Damien Thorne had unleashed. Public outrage reached a fever pitch, demands for accountability growing louder with each passing day. Meanwhile, within the sterile confines of a high-security government facility, the captured creature became the center of a scientific frenzy. Dr. Wright, hailed as a hero for her role in the operation, led a team of top biologists and geneticists in a meticulous examination of the creature's physiology.

Not even if he’d look incredibly glorious lying on the ground, lifeless, that beautiful white suit he had on coated a beautiful, bright red as his blood pooled about him from the stab wound her beautiful knife could create. And so she pulled away, but not before baring her teeth at him, her eyes shining with promise. “I’m going to show you how much you don't know me, Kenneth,” she hissed, backing into the dark. Barbara shed the catering jacket in the shadows of the stairwell, leaving just the dress shirt and the blonde wig. Her eyes were incredibly dilated, like they did whenever she relinquished control to the Black Widow, you know, gave her the freedom and the space to enjoy her hunt.

My hands stayed locked behind my back, my chest rose and fell faster now. His finger slid into my hair, just firm enough to control my head position. Then a sound came—click. My eyes flicked sideways just as he brought it into view. A collar. Heavy. Dark iron. He lifted the collar. The cold metal touches my skin, his dried bloody hands on my neck. A click of metal followed and then it closed around my throat. His voice breathed into my skin. “A wolf that wanders without command gets leashed.”

"They avoided the main road cameras completely. They are using suppressed rifles. It’s a targeted hit squad. Probably ten to twelve men from the old Cruz faction who didn't surrender after the safeties were emptied." "They want the documents back, or they want my head to show the Council they still have teeth," I growled, a dark, wicked smile spreading across my lips. A deep, familiar hunger for violence began to burn hot in my veins. They thought they could hit my mountain. They thought they could disturb my peace with my girl. "Sofia!" I shouted toward the kitchen. The old woman stepped out, her face completely calm despite the blood on the floor. She had lived through three mafia wars bef

Hearing my walkie-talkie click, I glanced down at it in my hand. “We caught her, but Marcus was injured. The female is a wildcat,” James growled. Chuckling, I said, “But he is still alive. Bring her to my bedroom and ready the redhead in the hallway outside. I will need her to prove my point to the stubborn she-devil.” “I will cover her head and bring her straight away,” James stated and ended his transmission. Grinning sardonically, I hurried to my bedroom to prepare the chains and cuffs that would hold my female captive.

Internally, she wished the ground would just open up and swallow her completely. Mara did not speak too much. Instead, she reached into the envelope and retrieved a picture, extending it to Evander. “This was a picture of her putting the cockroach in her food three days ago.” The picture had been taken when one of Aldrich's trusted bikers, whom she had given the task to keep a twenty-four-hour surveillance watch on Nora, captured it.

skill to make a wedding dress for her daughter in law to be. It took her three weeks to complete soon after the engagement was complete and the wedding finalized. It was beautiful. The embroidery was classy and archaic as Omar’s mother was a woman of taste. Though Omars parents were not very affluent but Omars mother had come from a wealthy family, so wealthy that they disowned her for choosing to marry her poor village partner and sent a hit man multiple times to take out the unsuspecting poor innocent village man, but all their attempts were to no avail. In fact, the couple had been in the kitchen of their home romanticizing on each other, laughing and chatting away their morning when s

Ordered two guards to drag the girl out. They threw Cathrine in the rain like trash. She felt a pain in her stomach. Stacy cursed and insulted Cathrine, saying that she was just a bitch who tries to seduce and trap men like Andrew. The pain in Cathrine's stomach made her can't to reply to her words.

Now I am looking at the Capo Matteo, the one they call ‘Il Diavolo’ (The Devil), not the fun-loving Matt of 5 seconds ago. “Secondly, you agreed, I didn’t force you, that was our deal, remember? You want out? Tell YOUR family the fucking truth, but punch me again, and I will force you out to use your ‘other’ assets to my advantage, black widow. Don’t forget my generosity and affection have their limits.” He threatens, but I just laugh in his face.

A large bed with dark beddings and many pillows sat to the left, while a large armoire and a vanity stood opposite it, right next to a door I suspected led to the bathroom. “You'll take a shower and put this on, then wait in the room for Mr. Petrov. You aren't to leave, food will be brought to you soon. If you try to escape, you'll be shot on sight, got it?” The girl said and left me in the room. I walked towards the bed and looked at the dress she laid out. It was a skimpy black thing made of scraps of lace and silk, which honestly looked more like lingerie than a dress. I scoffed, sitting on the bed and crossing my arms across my chest. Take a shower and wait for Mr. Petrov, my ass.