Black Wonder 5000 Novels & Stories

Zion frowned. "What have you done? I feel disgusted to even talk about it." Mr. Black rubbed his face before speaking, "You tried to rap a girl. I feel so ashamed. How can you forget with your IQ of 150+ that you have a wife? How can you be so low?" With that the colours on his face faded. That bitch made a complaint against him. She hasn't learnt her lesson yet. "Mom, give me Hannah's phone number." They heard him saying.

(Dark Magic Infinity) It was the strongest magic chant. "Oh, so you are using Infinity magic?" He could hear Viola's whisper illuminating through his ears. Now his teasing him? "חור שחור"(Black Hole) Alkhun had gathered up a large quantity of his mana in his right arm. Creating a large porthole, absorbing anything in its way. It is The Dark Magic Infinity's Black Hole. [What are we seeing right now?] The black hole started to build up, getting larger and larger. Swallowing everything in its way.

“But… why are you two fighting?“ She asked. She was still mad that the man had pretended that the break up had nothing to do with him. Black was silent for a while. “ We were fighting in the past, not anymore. I won't lie to you. I wanted the company, but I failed. I was poisoned instead. Now that I have got the antidote, I won't fight again, unless there is a need. But I still have my eyes on his company…” Natalie swallowed hard, her hands clenching under the blanket. “Why would you want his company? He suffered setting it up! That is so rude…”

“Yeah, their Black Wind Fleet is equipped with more than 20 Thunderbolt warcraft.” “I’m surprised that the Black Wind Pirates dare to appear in Black Tiger City.” Philip noticed the same logos on the dozens of warcraft approaching and asked Kane. “Master, they're the Black Wind Pirates. They're equipped with the Thunderbolt warcraft, which have mediocre attack power but quick reflexes.” Philip nodded and said, “Just take them down.” At Philip’s command, energy fluctuations appeared on the Black Hawk warcraft, and dozens of energy bombs were fired at the Thunderbolt warcraft.

Wu Liang continued speaking quietly. The technology of this world was very advanced, everyone gets a wrist device at the age of five given by the government, but it was the most basic of devices. With the quality of Wu Liang's videos, Meng Qian's device would not work properly. Meng Qian took the swipe card and had an inquisitive look at young master Wu, who had a gentle smile and a warm gaze. The beautiful fox eyes were slightly up, while the peach-colored lips were curved in a soft smile.

I say amused into the microphone so that the team can prepare. A convoy of 4 armored black vans is coming towards us, they stop a few meters away and a black man of approximately 1.90 with the face of a thug gets out of one of them, he smiled and I approached him. “Do you know that being late for a delivery is considered disrespectful?...” The man looks me up and down and answers “And who cares, whitey?...” he says with that strong street accent, shitty gangsters. “I think your boss ...” I say with a mocking smile

“Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.” That wasn’t comforting. “At least tell me where you’re going,” she added. I hesitated. Then... “The Forbidden Club.” Silence. The kind that made my stomach tighten. Avery’s expression changed completely. “Wait,” she said slowly. “You’re serious?” “Why?” I asked. “What is it?” She stared at me for a second longer. Then laughed. “You have no idea what you just got yourself into.” My chest tightened. “Then tell me.”

"We wash the money, we build a corporate shield. The feds don't look at clean ledgers." "The board wants turf. I take turf." "You take a pile of bricks. I take the city's bones." Kenji didn't look up from the page. Shinjiro stepped closer, the veins in his neck bulging. "Vanguard needs a real weapons shipment, Kenji. The black-market suppliers aren't shipping a single crate without upfront cash." "I'll clear cash for your bullets," Kenji said, sliding the signed contract over. "But you keep the streets quiet. Violence ruins the margins."

~ALAN POV~ I didn't think about the weight on the bar because thinking only led me to feel empty and obsessed. Clang. The noise of the plates clashing was like a loud bang in the wet air of the Briarwood gym. I was on my fiftieth bench press, my muscles hurting, and my vision narrowing until all I could see was the blurry gray of the ceiling. "Voss! Ease up! You’re going to tear a pec before Friday’s game," John’s voice barked from somewhere above me.

“Mae.” “Scholarship?” I let out a sigh that seemed to come from my entire soul. “Is there a sign tattooed on my forehead or something?” “No sign.” He pushed away from the locker casually. “Blackthorn just has a very efficient system for making sure everyone knows exactly where they stand.” I opened my mouth to respond, but something in his expression shifted first. The easy friendliness in Jason’s expression faded almost instantly. I turned before he could say anything. Immediately I caught sight of Cole Ashford who had stopped walking.