Bound To Mr Black Novels & Stories

Glen said with a mocking smile. Marlen stepped closer, fury crackling in his eyes. “I couldn’t care less about your guns,” he hissed. “But the underground? You’re already working with law enforcement, Glen. You could run your empire clean. But you’d rather crawl through the dirt with criminals.” “Is that so?” His head tilted slightly, the cigarette dangling between his fingers. “But that’s exactly how I like it.” Marlen’s patience snapped. He grabbed Glen by the collar, shoving him back, fingers digging into his neck. His eyes burned with betrayal, with the desperation of a brother who’d already lost too much.

What I deserve. I open the document. My breath stutters. Blackwell Holdings. The name sits there, bold and unmistakable. The office noise fades. My ears ring softly. Recognition hits harder than surprise. I scroll. The scope is massive. The expectations clear. The compensation generous enough to make my chest tighten. At the bottom…..signature pending. Soren Blackwell. My fingers go cold. This isn’t coincidence. This is convergence. I could decline. I should. It would be clean. Sensible. Safe.

Lydia's voice, distorted by distance and fury. "Stand down, Thorne," she called, and there was something in her tone that suggested she'd only now realized exactly who Rowan was. Who he belonged to. "This is pack business. Obsidian Peak territory. You have no claim here." "Neutral territory," Rowan responded, still in his wolf form, his words somehow still clear despite the shape he wore. "And this female is under my protection." "She's a criminal," Lydia spat. "She disrupted the sacred ceremony. She's claimed a bond she had no right to claim. She's to be executed by order of Alpha Silas."

Feeling annoyed by the disturbance, Carl Black frowned deeply and looked up, only to see Daniel Brooke standing beside him. Raising his eyebrows, Carl Black smirked, "Mastermind Mr. Brooke, what a pleasant surprise. Did you come here to watch the show?" Spreading his hands on either side, he smiled and added, "Look at me. I am totally defeated by you. You destroyed my life completely. Are you happy now?"

I said nervously, glancing between the both of them. I wasn't sure if the money was too much or too small for the walk I was about to do, but I was content with it. "Okay, we can work on that." Mr. Black responded and glanced at Zayn. "And where is the male model?" "I will do it with my girl." He responded. My face widened in shock and a soft gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it. He called me his girl before his father. What type of play are you playing with me; Zayn Black?

She froze. Bound. Again. She swallowed hard. “Bound… to what?” Her voice shook. “Why?” His gaze held hers for a long second. Too long. “You’ll find out,” he said. “In time.” Before she could ask more, his hand reached back. Fingers wrapped around the arrow. He pulled it out in one sharp move. Blood spilled, dark and fast. Then— He was gone. A blur. A flash. Smoke in the air. One moment he was standing there bleeding.

And when I did, they would regret the day they crossed me. Back in the living room, the storm’s fury hadn’t abated. My phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up with an unfamiliar number. I answered, my tone ice-cold. “Who is this?” A low chuckle came through the line, mocking and confident. “Mr. Blackwood,” the voice drawled. “You’ve had quite a night, haven’t you?” My grip on the phone tightened, my pulse spiking. “If you’re the one behind this—”

Seeing that Aaron was unresponsive, Sarah hastened to beg the black-clad men, "My mother is the chairman of Luman Real Estate. She's very wealthy, with two billion. How about you release Aaron and me, and I promise to give you the money?" The black-clad man then leisurely looked at her, his playful gaze wandering between Elaine and Sarah. Suddenly, he turned around and said to Aaron, "Mr. Brown is indeed fortunate, with two beauties, each with her own unique qualities." Hearing this, Elaine's heart skipped a beat. A chill ran down her spine. This black-clad man seemed to imply something more. Could it be... Suddenly, she looked up and met Aaron's sharp gaze. An idea flashed through her mind,

Fear gripped me, from deep down my bones. Two men dressed in black alighted from the vehicle and stood by my sides. The front mirror slid down to reveal the face of a man in a dark glass, unlike the others, he wasn’t wearing a mask. I could see his smile. It was like he was enjoying this moment, or maybe the anticipation of what was to come. “Hi, Mrs. Emily King. We would like to borrow you for a moment.” He said, still smiling. “Don’t you dare scream?” His smile vanished on his last sentence, and his face drastically turned harsh, like he loathed what he would do to me if I screamed.

My voice cracked like a haunted flute. My palms were sweating so bad I almost dropped my own hands. I don’t even know what that means, but that’s how it felt. Raina was chewing her gum slower now, like she was enjoying this way too much. “Yup. Lucian Blackthorne is technically… kind of… possibly… maybe bonded.” And I just— I could not breathe. My entire chest caved in. My brain started glitching like I’d been unplugged from reality and someone was trying to reboot me with a potato. I started shaking my head so hard my ponytail hit me in the face.