Novel & Cerita Diary Of Black Mad Woman

I didn't stand a chance! “Well, well well, if it isn't the runaway,” Sarah Sosden drawled and the other two women snickered behind her before she sipped on the wine glass she had in her hand, appearing to look me over. “Look, I don't want any trouble okay? I want to get out of this damned place as much as you want me to!” I offered, backing up slowly and watching the smirk on the woman’s perfect face disappear. “Shut the fuck up bitch! We SAW what you did back there! Making Alpha Blackwood come down from his royal chambers all interested in you!” Sarah spat acidly, her almond-shaped blue eyes narrowing with hate.

************** Lena’s POV When my phone buzzed with a call from one of Dominic’s assistants, I thought nothing of it. I was at home, folding laundry, humming to myself while Eliana coloured at the table. But the assistant’s voice on the other end was tight, uncertain. “Miss Hart, I… I thought you should know. A woman—was at Mr Black’s office today. She didn’t have an appointment. She just… walked in. And she acted like…” The words blurred after that. My chest went cold, my fingers tightening around the phone until my knuckles turned white.

I licked my lips and my pussy grew moist as the needs of the flesh took control of me. He suddenly got up, and walked out of sight. I groaned in frustration feeling cheated. as I was turning away he just as suddenly reappeared in the room and began working out again. In the doorway a tall, slender black woman loosed her hair from the bun on her head. Her long, silky black hair fell along her shoulders to the middle of her back. She gazed upon the man as he pushed the weights up and down. She too admired his brute strength.

I snapped the book shut, completely losing my mind in a fit of genuine howling laughter. “Elijah?” Jasper asked, his face twisting in disgust. “As in Elijah Brooks? The golden boy?” “The one and only,” I wheezed, wiping a tear from my eye. “This girl is writing an erotica about Kingsborough’s favorite little choir boy. Oh, this is pure gold. This is blackmail heaven.” “Who is it?” Silas asked. His voice was terrifyingly calm but there was a dangerous edge to it now. I flipped to the inside cover of the diary. There, written in that same meticulous loopy handwriting was a name..

Diana’s body stirred, and as the magic washed over her, she opened her eyes, groggily at first, then with shock as she found the mermaid before her. The two of them locked eyes, and then, almost in unison, they spoke the word that made my heart skip a beat. “Mate.” The air seemed to freeze, the tension in the room intensifying. My gaze shot the woman in black—the one who had been behind everything. Her expression shifted instantly, going from smug satisfaction to something darker. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her face twisted with rage. “Impossible,” she hissed under her breath, eyes flicking from Diana to the mermaid and back. She was caught off guard. And in that moment, I realized t

My stomach turned "Mrs?" I stood there for a long moment, staring at the black box like it might explode if I touched it, then I did, I took it, and it and got inside and collapsed on my bed, I had definitely had it today. My name sat on the tag in neat, deliberate print "Mrs. Elara Blackwood", the name was a lie, everything from this point onward was. I sighed, fingers brushing the edge before lifting the lid. Inside was velvet.

"You own a billion-dollar company." "That's surprisingly different." She rolled her eyes. Five minutes later, the safe clicked open. Apparently billionaires had useful skills after all. Inside rested only three items. A handgun. A photograph. And a journal. The atmosphere shifted immediately. Because journals had already changed their lives once. Damian carefully removed it. The cover looked worn. Frequently handled. Frequently read. The name embossed on the front made both of them freeze. Charles Blackwood. Silence filled the room. Slowly, Damian opened the journal.

This is a woman and may have bid because she sympathies with my plight and wishes to free me afterwards, Diana thought to herself, and even if she is a lesbian, she cannot possibly be as bad as these lecherous men. "That is Madam Vera", Faustina's voice again, with a slight chuckle. "Do not feel relief just yet", she warned ."She is rumoured to have a hobby of taking advantage of young virgins and you happen to be one. It is said she jerks off by thrusting wide pokes into the vagina of the girls and does not care for their tears or screams. In fact, the louder, the better! Also, to keep her ever young, she drinks the blood of these young girls. It is a satanic ritual of sorts".

she called out to the cubicle behind, her tone drawling 2 parts sarcasm 2 parts amusement “Like what?” a muffled but nasally voice said from inside, if the woman in black concentrated she could hear the shuffling of clothes. “Like whether you’re pregnant, are you giving birth right now and not telling me” “You know I can’t handle dairy” the voice called out aggrieved The woman softened but rolled her eyes, “Yet you a certified dairy resistant human being still took all that ice cream like it was the last food in the planet” “I will rather die than give up ice cream” the woman with wolf ears cut in “That could be a possibility”