Cyberpunk Black Hand Novels & Stories

"Adam Leo bought our silence before the feds put the cuffs on him. We can't just give it back. Tokyo will hunt us down." "He didn't buy your silence, asshole, he bought your graves," Alexei hissed, slamming his fist onto the wood. "You’re holding dirty Tokyo cash, and Moss is dragging a federal guillotine straight toward your front doors. You want to see how fast it drops?" "Talk to us, Alexei," the first boss pleaded, his voice cracking. "What are our choices?" "You have exactly one choice, pal," Alexei said, downing his hot tea in one gulp. "Hand over the black capital. Deliver every single piece of that Swiss data network straight to the estate before midnight. Or do you want Hugo to come

Lyon asked, his deep tone easy, but there was something beneath it, something that watched more than it spoke. “Just their truck,” I said, meeting his gaze now. “It’s off the road near Hangman’s Bend. They weren’t in it.” Something in him stilled, subtle enough that most people wouldn’t catch it, but I did. “Then you’re starting to see what happens when people spend too much time around Blackhand,” he said, pushing to his feet. “They’ll be lucky if they turn up breathing.” I didn’t like how certain he sounded, or how easily he said it, like this was nothing new to him.

She felt depressed in her heart that the Lord God had sent her as the system of the Dark BLs worlds. In addition to the pain of seeing the main and minor characters suffer various types of abuse, most of the Hosts had some mental problem or deviation, being very perverted or sadistic, which always led to a plot disaster or the collapse of the world. When the world collapses the various stories of the various living beings that live in the world become disorderly, then the system has to send several strong transmigrants to fix it, but on a Dark BL this was very difficult as the strong transmigrators who are attracted for those worlds were more evil than good in character, so the Lord God has

"Who told your stupid brain that his Porsche was borrowed from another pack? My own eyes saw his hand buy that supreme ride today with cash resources." Noah Raeken's jaw drops straight down to the floorboards in pure shock. "His hand bought it? How does a gold-digging young healer like his skin have hundreds of thousands of pack resources lying around his den?" The previous joy inside his chest vanishes instantly, replaced by a burning, hot envy that makes his inner wolf growl. Meanwhile, over in the Blackfang Wastelands territory core, Gerard Blackfang had not closed his eyes to sleep for two days straight because of his son's dying body. Just then, his trusted beta wolf rushes straight int

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung

, I heard her say and saw the movement of her lifting her clawed hand to strike me. Then everything went dark.

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

“He’ll be finished soon. The real question is—what happens after?” Diego’s eyes narrowed, suspicious of the pointed question. “After?” Diego asked. “We take everything he has. His men, his territory. The Blackthorn Syndicate becomes a footnote in history.” Mateo leaned forward. “And who leads after that? You?” The room fell silent, the tension palpable. Diego stared at Mateo, his jaw tightening. “Careful, Mateo. You’re playing a dangerous game.” Diego said coldly. Mateo shrugged. “I’m just saying, sharing power isn’t exactly your style.”

Whatever he had going on with Jay was Jay’s business, but he had placed a weapon at my throat, and I at his belly. We were now each other’s business. That’s how it was on the streets, and that fucker was a black hand if I ever saw one. A black hand with means. A black hand whom I had just stopped from getting his dick wet, and whose response was murder. I’d seen people do worse for less. But he didn’t know me. I could be anybody, and I would have been dead, and he would have, very likely, gotten away with it. Nobody at the club would have breathed a word. Not if they wanted to stay in business, or out of jail, or both.

I don't know what's on that woman that she was able to captivate Black. *** Daze POV "What was that Daze?" Daryl asked me. "She's the girl I'm talking about," I told him. I can't stop myself from smiling. "Damn! Coincidence, huh? She's the great Black. She is known in Different bars and clubs, if she looks easy to get, you're mistaken, that girl is really scary!" "I heard about the great Black being the hottest girl in this area, kissing guys then afterward dumping them but I didn't realize that she's just an ordinary girl, nothing special! She’s just basic, " I said and drank the beer.