Fifty Shades Of Black 2016 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Red lights glowed everywhere. This was no longer private. This was public warfare. Damian Blackthorn stepped forward first, smirking at the main camera. “Tonight, the world watches as we share the Kane princess.” He grabbed Sophia by the hair and forced her to her knees. The live chat exploded as he shoved his thick cock down her throat. Sophia gagged loudly, eyes watering instantly as the camera zoomed in on her bulging neck. At the same time, Elias took her from behind, slamming into her soaked pussy with possessive force. The contrast was immediate and devastating — the rough, degrading rhythm of the Blackthorns versus the deep, claiming strokes of her own brothers.

I started reading the first paragraph. “Over five years ago, at 10:45 a.m., Ethan Black was seen leaving his luxury estate en route to visit his mistress, who was in the hospital at the time. This seemingly small mistake caused a devastating tear in his marriage to Lauren Black. It is believed that someone, possibly a hitman, entered the mansion during his absence. Left alone and vulnerable, his daughter, Elena Black, was tragically killed that same day…” I stopped breathing for a second. The words blurred for a moment as my pulse hammered against my skull.

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

It was just half an hour ago when Hemera lit the red and blue candle, signalling the beginning of their anticipated immaculate disrobed tango. The only two left in the pool are him and the raven-haired Rozelyn, who’s silently reading E.L. James’ Fifty Shades of Grey. ‘She’s really reading that under the mid-noon’s sun, huh?’ He thought as he took a spoon of lemon sorbet. In a second, he accidentally spilled the melting dessert in his topless body—making it look like a woman’s juice as it slid down in his smoking hot body, down to the serpent hidden beneath his shorts.

“I did. You’re attending an engagement party today with me, and we have to look the part.” I narrowed my eyes. “Even though we plan on ruining it?” I questioned him. He shrugged. “Doesn’t mean we can’t do it beautifully.” Touché. Two hours later, I was no longer Lovia Diaz, I was the Lovia Diaz. The kind that made rooms still and exes stutter. The dress Shane chose was obsidian black, floor-length with a dramatic leg slit and delicate gold embroidery coiling up my sides like fire. My heels were stilettos kissed in champagne shimmer, and my lips were the color of betrayal.

~Third person POV~ The Scene opens into a well designed and decorated bedroom, that has light streaming in from the window, as the blinds had been strapped to the side. The room has a king size bed, a nice cushion by the other side, the decorations the room held are all vintage but have this modern and classical touch to it and it all screamed money. The colors are a pale green, maroon and brown. A slender yet very pretty figure with silk brown hair that was cropped into a bob, to enhance the skunk look, walks in dressed in all black with pencil heels... She was definitely rocking the assassin fashion. She talks to a figure before closing the door.

I had to get out of there, but not before I peeked inside the secret room. I took the pen that he let fall and drew the songbird code on my wrist. I then made out in search of my way towards it. Once I got to it, I knocked. Just as I suspected, they inquired for the code. I exposed my fake tattoo then suddenly, the door jolted open. It revealed a long, stretched, bare, dark corridor illuminated by red and pink neon lights. Was it some sort of club? The girl who had opened the door, stepped out from behind it and pushed it, closed. She had red hair which most of it was tucked under her black beanie. She had on a black mask covering the lower part of her face, her eyes the only ones visible.

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

However, Killian continued to mock and insult her, his eyes devoid of any remorse. Yifa shut her eyes tightly, placing a hand over her chest in an attempt to still the rapid thumping of her heart. It was merely a dream, an illusion she needed to dismiss. Once she regained her composure, she cautiously surveyed her surroundings. The room enveloping her was adorned in a deep shade of navy blue, housing an expansive king-sized bed. It bore a striking resemblance to Killian 's quarters, complete with a walk-in closet, a spacious bathroom, and a bookshelf crammed with literature and trinkets. Yifa didn't have to exert much mental effort to deduce that this was Black 's domain. The walls were ad

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