Darkest Man Real Name Novels & Stories

"Yes, I am certain old ladies of bikers are supposed to be. But rest assured, I am no enemy to your gang. unless you want me to be." "Who are you?" I can't help the threatening sound of my voice. This man clearly knows who we are and why we are here. "My name is Domingo Manchela. And you boys have been on my radar for some time now." I look over at Max for some kind of confirmation. His face remains stoic but when I glance at Shane, I can see the panic set into his eyes. "You're a part of the skin trade." Shane announces. Everyone's eyes go from him back to Manchela who takes a seat amongst the secret service that surround him.

He was the only one that was wearing black, other in that room and those at the door from the restaurant were wearing pure white uniforms. The man was their boss and his name was BLACK MAN. He was a notorious adding criminal in US and it was only Buniyaminu's stepmother that he was working for but also uses to work as an hire assassin for other people and doing this for people not know that she was the one that he was working for.

As the men dragged the battered captive away, his sudden scream pierced the air, echoing off the damp walls of the abandoned building. “Aiden! Wait!” the man shouted, desperation lacing his voice. “You need to know more! The Serpent... he has people working for him, and they call themselves The Shadows!” Aiden paused, curiosity piqued. He turned back, narrowing his eyes. “What about The Shadows?” The man gulped, fear evident in his trembling hands. “They’re the ones who do the dirty work for him. They’re ruthless and merciless, and they’re looking for someone—someone named Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. He’s the one you need to be worried about!”

The time had come to confront the darkness head-on and expose the puppet masters pulling the strings behind the scenes. A hushed silence fell upon the room as a figure emerged from the shadows, a man whose name was whispered in fearful tones - Damien Blackwood. He was a legendary figure in the underground world, a master manipulator known for his cunning and ruthlessness. It was rumored that he held the key to unlocking the secrets we sought. "Welcome, my friends," Damien's voice echoed through the room, his presence commanding attention. "You have taken bold steps to come this far, risking everything for the truth. But be warned, the path ahead is treacherous, and the price of knowledge can

Maxim and I would not have been married, and I would probably be dead. “That makes sense. We can find someone as good as him or better. There has to be someone who can find out anything.” I said. “I know someone. He goes by the name Darko, and he’s Italian, but he won’t help me. My father assassinated his whole family. I tried to talk to him and he refused to meet up, let alone help me.”

I made her scared, and she ran. ♡ Flashback ♡ Fuck, this meeting is the worst. One of the biggest mafia bosses, Elliott Duncan, is requesting a hard request this time. I'm so tired. He asked my company to build a new mansion with a lot of hidden weapon rooms. After a long, excruciating meeting, having good coffee will be good. I call Luna's extension line. "Luna, please bring me a coffee, a cappuccino, and no sugar." "Yes, Sir."

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.

He walked like a man rising from amongst the ashes. Even from a distance I saw him clear as day. I could never forget or mistake him. The man was tall like god, his body red with the blood of his kills, his hair dark and wet with sweat. Vasiliek , the man that I now realized was Augustus said. He did not move even as the man he had been conversing with ran. Ivan neared him until they were within arms length of each other. His eyes moved across the room until they rested on me. Hed seen me.

“Break one of his fingers.” Lukas hesitates, then grabs the man’s hand and snaps his pinky. The man screams. “Ah! You bitch! Fine, fine—I’ll talk. Just don’t hurt me again. I have a pregnant wife.” “Then start talking.” “His name is Lucian Gray,” he stammers. “He pretends to own a club, but he’s a dark lord. I’ve only seen him once—green eyes, dragon tattoo on his arm. If you want to find him, act like you’re buying from him. Make the deal big enough and he’ll come himself. That’s all I know, I swear.”

Cassius sighed and nodded his head in defeat. “Mr Cassius?” A masculine voice interrupted as they both turned, Cassius recognized the man as a delusional investor who proposed to invest ten million dollars into his thriving billion dollar real estate empire, Cassius acknowledged that it was a wise move for the man, but Cassius doesn’t share his assets, no matter the price… Literally and figuratively. “Remember me? Dr Sergei…” He introduced as Cassius nodded. “Yes, I do remember you, but this isn’t the right time, I’m with my girlfriend.”