Bleak Python Novels & Stories

Brent was typing frantically, bleeding the stock dry pound by pound, executing my revenge with flawless precision. On the screen, Lyle stared at the tablet. The numbers were dropping so fast it was making him dizzy. His empire – the untouchable fortress he had spent a decade building – was being systematically, violently dismantled in real – time. He scrolled down the screen, his fingers shaking uncontrollably. I knew exactly what he was looking for. He wanted to see the name of the proxy firm that had initiated the kill shot. Sovereign Bloom Capital. Lyle’s breath caught in his throat. I watched his eyes widen in pure, unadulterated terror as the memory of my dark, merciless eyes at the gal

****** Senior Bleak sat on his huge king-size bed as he examined the files in front of him while his bodyguard stood at arm's length. He has been on this for five minutes now, his expression is that of a serious business guru. Of Course, he is a successful business guru. He is the owner of Bleak construction company. One of the leading construction companies in the state. For over forty years now the business has been waxing stronger but his Son, Bleak Junior who has taken over the management from him as he ages, has been in on his mischief for so long, his son is not giving him what he wants.

My reasoning is because I was focusing on finishing off high school, had to deal with graduation and family matters, and most of all I was unmotivated and I have been. Yes, I know it sounds like an excuse but I'd rather write Blinded when I'm motivated rather than write crappy chapters that I don't enjoy writing. So for the month of June, I'm going to take a break from writing, find some sort of motivation, and overall figure out what direction I want Blinded to go. So for right now, it is a goodbye unit next month. Sorry for the delay. -L.N.F

She'd rather be back in California in her small room, laying in bed and daydreaming about how her life would've been if she haven't had this stupid disease that left her in darkness forever. Bonnie missed her mother, hell she even misses her bastard of a father that left when she was three. She missed her dog, Egg. Oh I hope he's okay. She also missed her annoying best friend Becca. Her heart clenched as tears begin to run down her face. She sniffed taking a deep breath and wiped the tears but it was no use because more came running down. She gave up and let them fall. How was she going to escape this place if she was blind?

Today is the day when Mia and Blaze are going on vacation to Italia, they've prepared their stuff and everything, Blaze just did the last check-up for his pack. "Yes Mrs Blakley, we will arrange your problem since I won't be here for two weeks, contact my beta who will help you." Blaze said through his phone as Klay and Zach are playing together at rock, paper and scissors. "Rock, paper, scissors!" They yelled together loudly and Blaze cringed. "Fuck..." He muttered and glared at them but they didn't notice him glaring at them.

Seeing this, Bleak didn't get angry instead, he reached out to clank his champagne glass with Oogway, raised his head, and drank up the champagne before saying to me, "Miss Jetson, didn't you say that you wanted to ask me something?" I was stunned. What the hell is Bleak doing?

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

Despite the recovery, a lingering unease hung in the air like smoke that refused to dissipate. “They’re always a step ahead… almost like they survey us. What am I missing?” Bleak muttered, jotting on his whiteboard. The squeaks of the marker echoed through the dimly lit, isolated room. His gaze drifted over the scattered notes, connecting fragments of information like pieces of a puzzle. “What are you thinking, Emily? Leaving River will only complicate your sentence.” Bleak paused, his brow furrowed, as he connected the misplaced points. He recalled Daryl’s testimony about Hound seeing into the future. “I see! Perhaps your dark times spent in the underworld molded you.”

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Isn't it the system from hell? Xiao Yao System: Don't be silly, the system from hell only exists for scum users who occasionally appear lost in the system. Yu Liang: (!!!) Xiao Yao System: Just that the personalities of these souls are very strong and difficult to break, especially our protagonist who is obsessed with music and nothing else. Yu Liang was silent for a while absorbing these fragments of information about the Dark BL system and some of the system's grand universe secrets.