Boxman X Venomous Novels & Stories

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.

The air was filled with the scent of expensive cigars and brandy, and the walls were lined with leather couches and thick rugs. Meanwhile, Venom, dressed in black pants and an unbuttoned shirt, casually flaunted her incredibly toned abs and bare chest, which displayed surgical scars covered in tattoos. She had backed a blonde stripper against the velvet-lined railing, her mouth finding the woman's neck with a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. “Ah..ahhhh…Master….” the blonde breathed, her voice hot. Venom's hand, adorned with sharp, silver rings, slid up the woman's thigh, under the hem of her short dress, and found the unclad flesh of her sex.

The woman threw a phone to Venom and he caught it immediately “What have you done?!” The man yelled and ran to strangle Venom mother, “Stop!” Jade blocked him with the waves of the wind, and he could not move “Let me help you make the video clearer” I said to Venom and pinch the air with my left palm the video on the phone began to display on how the man brutally murdered the Alpha of Black wolves pack Venom

Jack whispered, a breathtaking, genuine smile stretching across his face. Marcus stood a half-step behind him, exactly where the Bastion was supposed to be. The boxer wore a sleek, sleeveless combat rig of dark grey kinetic fabric that highlighted the heavy, scarred muscle of his massive arms. His hands were bound in fresh, pristine athletic tape, but beneath the fabric, the Liquid Silver mana was already simmering, coiled and ready.

The private dungeon room smelled of polished leather, faint incense, and raw anticipation. Soft red lighting bathed the space in warmth, highlighting the St. Andrew’s cross, the padded bench, and the heavy oak table where various implements waited. At 26, Lena had dreamed of this moment for months. Tonight, in this soundproofed sanctuary, she would finally be collared by Marcus, her dominant, her lover, the man who had slowly peeled back every layer of her control until she craved nothing more than to surrender it completely.

he said. I noticed that we were just going to continue screaming at each other without anyone being sorry for the other. I sat there and stayed quiet, my heart was beating so fast but I was glad that the burning in my chest was now zero, I could no longer feel it, and the blood that was coming out of his nose was now wiped out. " I need to know what I have gotten myself into, the maids are not being kind to me, the guards are not speaking to me as well. I see the way they look at me, like I am some enemy" I said.

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.

Now it's my turn to sprint—into the apartment building, up the stairs, and into my room. Taking a deep breath, I pull the box from under my bed. My hands tremble, and tears sting my eyes as I lift open the lid. I suck in a breath as I stared at the contents of he box. Everything I could salvage before his apartment was demolished. I shut the stirring pain out. If my dad knew any Romano, it would be in his... The belt. The black belt he gave me when I officially beat him in hand-to-hand combat. I swallow hard, pushing it aside and taking out his journal. I glance away from the items in the box.

My eyes widened, "I'm the CEO of Phoenix inc. I'm supposed to be meeting with Mr. Winehall." His jaw clenched, "You are looking at him. I'm Zane Winehall and I'll be representing my father," he held out his hand. I couldn't breathe. How was this Adonis related to that slimy bastard? "Aya Jacobs," I placed my smaller hand in his. The spark of electricity that shot up my hand at that brief contact had me tearing my hand away, heart pounding. He looked as shell shocked as I was and I reminded myself that he was as much the enemy as his father was.

Harrison was expecting us, so there was no doubt that he would put on a good show. The front door was opened for us and we were led through. The rooms were clean, white and very expensive looking. "Bossman wants your weapons," a young man wearing joggers stated in a broad British accent. I recognized him. He was Bowen, the fucking disappointment. He had no place in a Mafia, yet Harrison kept him close. Unfortunately, Harrisonburg was stuck with family, and he had Bowen who was a runt of his. I pulled out my only gun and handed it to him, then Sienna did the same. Bowen sucked his teeth loudly while looking at Sienna. He tried to puff out his chest as he nodded his large head.