Divinity: Original Sin 2 Black Cat Mga Nobela at Kwento

I could feel her fighting behind me—the shift of her weight, the sharp exhalation each time her steel found flesh. We weren’t allies. We were just two predators who suddenly shared the same pack of wolves at our throats. One of the masked fuckers locked eyes on her through the slits of his mask. He froze for half a second in the middle of the carnage. Then the words tore out of him, raw and almost reverent, loud enough to cut through the steel and the dying. “The Black Legacy is alive.” I could feel Catherine’s whole body lock. I heard it and it was clear as the rain was hammering on the stones.

The corner of her eyes glanced around, and finally she saw Mary Kinson with fierce eyes: "The black family is not accessible to all cats and dogs. Even if someone tries to sneak in, they will be expelled sooner or later." Mary Kinson stood up with a black umbrella, looked at them from a high place, and smiled faintly: "Was expelled by a black family niece?" She deliberately stressed niece to remind Eva Black of her identity. Eva Black's breath was blocked, and the rain blurred her vision, and she could not see Mary Kinson's face clearly. Before Eva Black could organize the language, Mary Kinson turned to leave with a black umbrella. Eva Black could not pull Richard up again, gritted his teet

But aside from that, there was something about him that made Catrina feel under the spell, especially as he laid her down on the bed. 'Mate!' It was her wolf, Dawn, who made her realize why she felt such a bond with him. 'We found our mate, Catrina!' 'No freaking way.' Catrina battled her inner wolf. 'There's no way he's our mate! He is the Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack! He must already have his mate!' Despite how she wished that Dawn was right, it was hard to imagine that Carlo would give her the chance to be by his side. The Alpha grasped her thighs, spreading her legs. He had stripped off his shirt, revealing his drool-worthy body before her eyes. Her body heated up with arousal.

It wasn't just anger; it was pure, blinding fury, fueled by betrayal, humiliation, and the sudden, crushing weight of a ruined future. This man,This fucking bastard was standing here, mocking me, celebrating the destruction of my life, of Tristan's life. My eyes darted around, searching for anything. My gaze landed on it: a discarded baseball bat, likely from Tristan's old sports equipment, leaning against a large oak tree near the driveway. Perfect! Without a second thought, driven by instinct and a primal need to strike back, I lunged for it. My fingers wrapped around the cold, worn grip, the wood feeling surprisingly heavy and solid in my hand.

His eyes sweep over the silent crowd, cold and lethal. “You all hear me?” he snarls. “I cherish every one of you. I have protected you, provided for you. But the moment any of you touch what belongs to me…” His jaw clenches so tight I see the muscle jump. “…I swear by the gods, by the heavens and the earth, and by the moon goddess herself: you will pay dearly for it.” Then his attention returns to Sylas. A dark, cruel smile curls his lips.

The pain shot straight to my clit. “Please…” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for. He slapped my breast lightly, making it jiggle. “You don’t get to beg yet. You take what I give you.” He shoved two thick fingers back into my pussy without warning, pumping them deep and fast. I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he finger-fucked me roughly, his thumb grinding against my clit. The wet, squelching sounds were humiliatingly loud. “So fucking tight,” he growled. “And so wet. Being blackmailed turns you on, doesn’t it, Miss Voss? Knowing I own you now. Knowing I can make you do anything I want.”

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

he licked his ice cream, "He was wearing black." Black? Suddenly, it felt like all the energy had left my body. My palm pressed against my forehead as I felt slightly dizzy. I blinked multiple times and tried to breathe. I don't have words to describe what Aurora is for me. I would die if something... Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder, followed by a deep, masculine voice. "Are you looking for her?"

Seatanie’s mouth fell open at his accusations and she came closer to him and took his hands to place it on her stomach. “I'm the daughter to the Alpha of Howling Stone Pack, I'm strong, fierce, and a warrior to stand by you even in times of war which your human mate can't even lift a finger to try.” I swallowed at her words and won't lie at the bluntness of her words which stung so badly.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.