Black Widow Scene Novels & Stories

Zahir suggested. “And let everyone rape her?” Wylder snapped at him, and that was when he saw a person dragging a woman by tying a chain to her neck, like an animal. Not just that, but her hands were also tied, and she was naked. Wylder was about to handle this situation by stopping this nonsense, but before the woman lifted her half-burnt face, Night snapped. Wylder felt his control losing to his Lycan because he was pissed; he was furious. “MINE,” He growled before everything turned black. The last time he had spoken this word was when he was with Tiara.

I scoffed in disgust once he bit his bottom lip, an obvious sign of attraction. "You know? I'd almost believe you wanted me far away, but I can smell you dripping with arousal," he whispered. I rolled my eyes and ignored him. I returned my attention to the woman who was currently cursing my entire existence. I quietly watched as Darren made slow steps towards his wife. Her squawking was immediately cut off when he grabbed her neck and lifted her off her feet. Elektra: Ah, hell. Here comes the domestic violence. I watched as Darren squeezed her to death. His hand was like a python around her vocal cords, crushing them until she couldn't protest any longer. Nothing could prepare me for what ha

The she-wolf smiled knowingly but said nothing. Thorne returned to his indulgence, indifferent to the mate-bond he had so recently proposed. Heather Reed's territory den was bathed in soft moon-crystal light when she finally returned home. She stepped through the door, exhaustion weighing heavily on her shoulders, only to freeze at the familiar scent in her living room. Dominic Blackwood rose from her couch, his eyes red-rimmed, his scent a mixture of moon wine and desperation.

The operator's hands shook as he shoved the lever. The needles on the helmet started spinning, drilling deeper into my skull. "Ah—!!!" A scream ripped out of me, raw and feral. My body convulsed violently. Blood poured from my eyes, my nose, my mouth. The screen flickered, glitching like it might shatter. The image jumped. A stormy night. The forest. Glen stood in front of me, shielding me, roaring into the darkness. "Come out!" A shadow stepped from the trees.

she said politely, disappearing into the kitchen with a faint hum. Time passed. Felix leaned in to whisper something into Florence’s ear. She laughed softly, leaning closer still, their fingers intertwined as if to remind the world they still had each other. Then the movie shifted. A scene appeared, one that turned the living room still and heavy: a sultry, graphic scene where the main character, strong and shameless, was entangled with a maid her innocence barely a veil as his hands roamed freely, pressing her breasts, grabbing her buttocks, taking her without hesitation. The moans filled the room like an unwanted fragrance.

After the director finally called “cut,” Whitney Lockwood slipped into Yarden Stein’s outfit and walked toward me unsteadily. Under her sweat-dampened clothes, bruises from their earlier scene were clearly visible. “Yale, Yarden is just a rookie. He couldn’t get into character, and he ended up wasting time. I don’t want this scene to ruin tomorrow’s wedding.” “Wedding?” I scoffed. “You know the wedding is tomorrow, yet you did it for real with someone else today?”

I suddenly can't get enough air in. Dylan leans closer, his voice soft against my ear. "Watch closely, sweetheart," he whispers. "Behold the wreck that is your husband." I can't look away. Rachel's hands slide down his chest, and Hayden's eyes flutter closed. His head tips back against her stomach. She leans down and kisses the side of his neck. He makes a small sound of fear. Tears sting my eyes. I want to look away. I can't. The camera angle changes, and I realize that someone else had been filming it.

A vision. A woman stood before her, regal and fierce despite the gashes along her arms. Her long, silver hair clung to her bloodied face, her golden eyes dim with exhaustion. Eve’s heart clenched—she knew this woman. Her mother. The scene played out before her as if she were nothing more than a ghostly spectator. The werewolf queen staggered toward the altar, her hands trembling as she traced the same inscription Eve had touched. A sharp, cruel laugh cut through the air, and from the shadows, she appeared.

Kali still has me by my arm and is dragging me closer to the fire. I start to struggle and she's having a difficult time getting me any further. Aphrodite has come off the cliff and is in a magic war with 4 other witches. She has the upper hand. Thanos is fighting in human form again several vampires and he is successfully killing them. I flick my wrist and vines shoot up and trip Kali. I make my move to run except she immediately hits me in the back with a small log. I look up and see my mates all covered in our enemy's blood.

Cory turned her attention to Mirrors while Titan was trying to cut Venom free. Hayden’s wolf snarled as it paced the room, agitated, looking for the old woman. He heard a high-pitched snicker as she reappeared, riding the vines as more of them shot through the window. The living room was becoming a maze of vines. The vines sprouted thorns just as Venom was released from their clutches. Venom gasped at the sight of the thorns. “Those thorns are poisonous! Don’t let them prick you!” Shouted Venom as he ducked under several thorny vines heading his way.