Black Wonder 5000 Novels & Stories

Parker exclaimed in admiration but a hushed voice, since they were fully aware that everyone around was snooping on them. "I will return that car to Blaze's brother. That is too expensive for a mere student, especially for me...fuck even if I sell my father's store and my mother's pastry shop, I can't pay for that vehicle" Ace mumbled with his clenched jaw. Ace's friends heaved a sigh in unison when they realized that Ace has a point but the car is just too enticing for everyone. The black panther is the only one in the country, even if the other units will be out in the market next month, it will not be of the same specifications as the two top-of-the-line units launched today.

"Oh…?" Blackfive was totally focused on Frank and never noticed the beauty beside Frank. Studying her figure right then, his eyes flashed greedily and he licked his lips, grinning, "Five hundred grand? Don't you think you're underestimating me here? I meant five million! No one's leaving unless you pay up!" "Hahaha!" Soren was suddenly laughing in the distance just as Blackfive finished. Clutching his crotch while pointing at Frank with his other hand, he laughed gleefully. "You're done! You messed with Mr. Blackfive now… Don't you know? He's friends with the Soranos!"

He simply stood in front of me, an immovable mountain of muscle and ancient power, and let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated over the deafening roar of the chopper blades. "Surrounded," Killian mocked softly, glancing back at me with a smirk. "Humans are remarkably optimistic creatures, aren't they?" Before the SWAT commander could issue the order to fire, a massive shadow blotted out the remaining moonlight. Rising silently from the darkness behind the three police helicopters was a colossal, matte-black gunship. It bore no military markings, only the elegant, silver crest of the Blackwood Corporation. It was military-grade stealth technology—the kind of hardware that governments couldn

Or brothers close enough to look it. One had a scar down his left cheek. The other had a tattoo peeking outside his collar. They weren’t bidding or saying anything. They just watched me. The bids hit one-fifty. Two hundred. Two-fifty. The room was filled with excitement Then the one with the scar lifted his hand. “Five hundred thousand.” The announcer cleared his throat. “Five hundred from Ares Blackthorn.” No one moved. The one with the tattoo looked at his brother, his expression was that of anger or maybe a challenge.

It was a sleek, black sedan that looked like it cost more than the house I grew up in. It pulled to a stop right in front of the bench. The engine purred before going off. "Great," I muttered raspily. "Just what I need. A serial killer to finish the job." The back window rolled down with a smooth hiss. I froze. I knew that face. Everyone in the city knew that face. Dominic Black. The oldest of the five Black brothers. The man who spent fifty percent of his time making billions and the other fifty percent trying to wipe the Vale family off the corporate map.

On the screen were several bold, red headlines: [Blackwood Pharma Scandal: Core Suppressant Formula Exposed for Using Banned Addictive Ingredients] [Dr. Vance Releases Gene Correction Technology: Old-Era Suppressants to Become Obsolete] [Sanctions Take Effect: Blackwood Group Stock Plummets 80% at Opening Bell] "Doctor, they may deserve this, but this is a centuries-old enterprise. If it collapses, many lower-ranking, ordinary werewolves will be affected..." "No. This is excision."

“It's for my woman, I need a customized private jet in black and white color” “Wow, that's such an exotic one, what of the inside, how do you want it?” “I want it in all white” “Got it sir, are you sure you can afford to pay for it, why don't you go for…” “How much is the bill?” “The bill is going to be, $12,000,000,000” “Here is my black card” I brought out my card immediately and everyone in sight turned to stare at me in shock, the manager collected the card with shaky hands,

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.

"These are the names of the people currently on our Taylor roster in Seechertown." "Black starts at five hundred million dollars, red starts at a hundred million dollars, and gold starts at twenty million dollars. Pick the stub you would like to choose based on the color and write your name on it! Oh, and one more thing. The price also includes the service of killing one person, on top of hiring a Taylor assassin." Frank nodded at the man in the mask. "I understand. Well, please get me one black-level and twenty gold-level elites, then. We're just taking on some regular folk, anyway."

By the time I was 16, I had already hacked, stolen, killed, and destroyed a few people’s lives. “This is why he nicknamed me ‘Black Widow’. I could get in, infect, and disappear without anyone knowing until it was too late.” I whisper, avoiding looking at Lia. “Granted, it wasn’t something I was entirely comfortable with, except for a few like Angelo’s father. They deserved it, but ultimately it was all just to so-called ’help’ my uncle, the boss, cover his ass due to his gambling and whatever other bullshit he was doing.” She runs her hands through her head, careful not to mess it up too much or her perfectly made-up face, heaving a heavy sigh.