Novel & Cerita Black Widow Melina

A look of shock appeared on Martha's face as she stopped in the hallway and stared blankly at Melina before she shouted, “Dean!!! She’s here!” “That fucking bastard!!!” Melina screamed, her whole body shaking in rage. The rope mark on her wrists caught Martha's attention, and she whispered, “Melina, your skin!” “I know! I know!! The dehumanization that that dirty dog made me go through because of stupid Peach is just... just... fucking sick!!!” Melina yelled with a look of pure hatred in her eyes. Immediately, Madam Jewel and Dean halted in their steps on the stairs when she saw Melina, and the volume of her scream echoed in their ears, making them flinch.

Marla Cirillo might be almost 50, but she’s a true Grecian beauty and not one I will win against right now. Our eyes meet, and she smiles, walking over to me. “Sienna, my darling,” she says, placing her hands on my shoulders and kissing me on both my cheeks. “Marla, it is always a pleasure to see you,” I say, the lie slipping out easier since I’ve realised that this is what I need to do. I don’t trust this woman; who would trust any woman nicknamed Black Widow? Her three dead husbands were fools to trust her; she killed them all with her bare hands five months after marrying them and being impregnated by them to secure their territories.

I stood by the heavy velvet drapes of the mahogany – panelled study, breathing in an atmosphere that was clinical and beautifully cruel. Isabella Moretti, the so – called Black Widow, sat in her own high – backed leather chair, her wrists zip – tied tightly to the arms. Brent sat at her massive desk, his three laptops humming with a frantic, electronic energy that mirrored the dark thrill racing through my own veins.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

However, Caeruleus moved behind them and pushed their backs so they will forcefully bow before the Dark Child. “Show yourself!” Finrod dared. The one in the center moved to get rid of the hood. To their surprise, it revealed a female face. “I am the Dark Child.” The woman almost looked the same as Ellaine except for her silver hair. “Prince Finrod, it is nice of you to come visit my palace.” He tried to be freed of the lashed rope but he was wake and injured. “And you, Inwë, long time no see?” Ellaine looked behind her and saw no one. She looked back at the Dark Child who still looked at her directly.

“Pretty smart.. pretty smarts . Always knew my boy was smart. So, they basically work on their own 24/7?” “Yeah yeah.” she smiled, AGAIN! “So, how’s this my business? And why did you guys bring me here?” Chad asked with one hand holding the bedsheets he wrapped around his waist. “…the Medusa were looking for a woman, Aisha. Because she’s basically the only one who has ever come in contact with 'the fisheye'. And they’re seriously looking for the Fisheye.” “…whoa whoa.. wait, who’s Fisheye?” Chad interrupted.

He yelled, widening his eyes. "Like usual.." I smiled, "You use your fist for talking." Jake was even more angry at my words, making him hurt me even further by kicking me. Aviana couldn't do anything other than to scream for help, which gradually made Jake strike against her too. After a while, I was feeling exhausted, hoping that he would come and save me. Finally, Jake Hayes stopped hurting the both of us as a minion came inside, informing him that, "He has arrived." I didn't have to figure out who it was—cause I know who it is.

“It's just the recent happenings. It's getting exhausting, I feel like we might soon be attacked after the Octavius pack.” “Why do you say that, Dad?” “I just got off a call with Melissa not long ago. She said a dark creature was sent to her pack. They were able to destroy it though.” “What? They were able to destroy a dark creature?” “Yes, they were able to do that. I told you she was special right?” “I just thought she had some gifts but it seems like she is extremely powerful. Dark creatures are feared and almost impossible to kill.” “Yes, they are. She is not just a gifted wolf. She is from a royal bloodline. She is the only direct descendant of King Dimitri that we know.”

Then I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, her head leaning close to me, and we started to walk into the house together. *Flashback* "Please! Just name your price and make me famous!" "Make my husband forsake his mistress and fall in love with me again! I'm ready to pay!" "I want to be the most good-looking woman in this village, but I don't really have any money! But I'm willing to serve you!" Jasmine was peering through the window curtain when Helene started calling her from the dining hall. She drew the window drapes firmly closed and stepped into the dining hall.