Bucky Barnes Novels & Stories

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

(Barnes got a "customized executive" black armor-plated H1 that a hedge fund guy had ordered. Then the guy guessed wrong, shorted his portfolio and wiped out half of his partners just before delivery. The guy relocated to New York and became a bike messenger, leaving everything he owned for his ex-wife to argue with his partners, investors and the feds about raping the financial corpse.)

Bryson was handsome and she loved him very much, but this guy looks like he just walked out of a painting. "I am Darry Schmidt, an old friend of Bryson from college. I am what you call, a mad genius. I am the Tony Stark of our time," he boasted with a smile. "We are all here to help you," Darry asked. "For now just call me Knight," he added. "Thank you," Dede said and lowered her gaze. "My brother is still in the hospital. He was operated on and is fine. He will update me when he wakes up," he said and Bryson nodded rubbing the back of Dede who had nestled into his arms.

Steve, who cannot imagine a life without him, is ready to do whatever it takes to bring him back. Maggie, who he supported no matter what, is ready to stand by his side. Matthew, his protective brother, promised to save him from bullies when they were young and now it's time to fulfill that promise. Even Toby, who got angry with him, thinks he's the nicest person he's ever met. And then there's River, who he helped out of her jail. And lastly, Henry, who owes his life to Jeremy, is ready to repay the debt.

Luna Maddy says, making Luke and Dad chuckle as they stand and walk toward him to shake his hand. Goddess, he looks so good! He wore nothing but basketball shorts, and he was no longer the young teen I once knew... that was for sure. He had all the right muscles in all the right places that even Felicity couldn't help but steal a look as his body trickled with sweat, making him look so...damn! Get a grip, Abigail! Focus girl!

She crept quietly toward the open door, hid in the dark shadows, then looked inside. Buck stood in the center of the dusty barn, working late into the night. He was repairing a broken carriage wheel. He looked incredible. He wore dirty brown trousers and a thin linen shirt, unbuttoned to his stomach. His thick skin was covered in dark engine grease and dripping sweat. Every time he swung his iron mallet, his huge back muscles flexed with power. Frostina stood still in the shadows for a minute, shamelessly admiring his rugged masculinity with wide, hungry eyes.

the man looks at Charlie and in a firm voice speaks, "why are you holding her hand?" I look down at Charlie, her hand tight in mine, "Ma'am, Sir, I'm going to take her out of here, to a safe place that will help her." The woman gasps and the old man's brows shoot up into his hair line, "uh huh, what's your name and where exactly do you think your taking this young girl? I chuckle, "Right, my name is Braddock Westfield, I'm a licensed phsyciatrist and I'm taking her to a center that specializes in trauma that seems to be happening to her. She will receive help."

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

“You’re still figuring things out. And yet you chose to be there because she asked, Nathan. You have a lot on your plate, and you are not only taking care of the company, but also your pack, you seem to be forgetting that small detail.” He didn’t answer right away, just kept walking. Then, finally, he said, “I didn’t want to be alone. Yes, I have a lot to take care of, but as I said, you two are the only normal detail, and I will admit, I never expected to truly find myself tolerating a human, but Brenda has her way.” The honesty in that caught me off guard. He could have chosen to hide behind something else, but he didn’t. I slowed slightly, then matched his pace again. “You could have told

What could he possibly be doing with their human daughter but the next second he was reeling back in shock as the identity of who they are referring to as their daughter dawned on him. His teeth clenched hard. "Give us the orders, Alpha Arthur and we will bring their heads to you!" "Yes! They are humans and don't deserve to live!!" "You are the monsters and don't deserve to live!!!" Uncle Bob snarled and charged at Arthur but he was held down. "No, take them to the dungeon." Arthur ordered, turned and started back to his quarters. How could this be…