Gotenks Black Novels & Stories

I've been obsessively in love with him since then, can't believe I get to see him in real life today. |||Goodness!! His name alone is enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.||| As their comments got past me, I couldn't help but look up to the man and gasp!! I was here standing side by side with Theron Blackmoor!! The same one who is a rival to Zane Voss!? I had never paid much attention to the business world since marrying Zane but I've heard how much Zane loathed the Blackmoor heir. It turned out he is him, my owner!!

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

He gulped and sighed. "Yes..." He won't be able to deny it anymore. "You said your name was Khun, are you perhaps...?" Alkhun nodded. "Hmm… the infamous descendants of the Berhalksawn Family, Alkhun Berhalksawn. Son of the Black Witch, Venus of the Western Capital." Alkhun sure was more popular than he thought he'd be. Alkhun never hates himself or anyone. Never desires anything or anyone. Thou he does know that all that matters was that his living this life.

Bang! Bang! Both the guards fell to the ground. A black figure stood beside Gon. He was wearing a black mask and black cap, so no one could see his face. But Gon knew… who was standing beside him. It was difficult for him to digest the fact… Together, they both took down each guard one by one. Gon was surprised by the black figure’s mercilessness and on the other hand, Lee Kang Jun wasn’t less amused by seeing Gon’s swift and smooth fighting skills. If possible, he wanted him to join his team.

Though I feel his pain through our link. ‘Jenson, where are you?’ I ask again ‘Leave me alone!’ ‘Jenson!’ I snap through the link ‘Fuck off!’ ‘Don’t you dare speak to me like that! Where are you?’ ‘You let them come here. You let them invade our home.’ His anger through the link was rising to levels I had never felt before. ‘Jenson, where are you?’ ‘Far away from you.’ He snaps, ‘You put her in danger and I can never forgive you for that!” He takes a deep breath. “I, Jenson Black, former Gamma of the Black Shadow pack, reject all ties to Black Shadow from this moment onwards.”

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱ "Shit" I mumbled "Do you want to die?" Asra was not even paying attention to me, she stared at the back of the platinum thing that, by chance, sighed. "You were impulsive," the thing muttered and Calisto, who looked at both of them with that annoying potato face, seemed FINALLY to understand what was happening.

"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

Hound countered. “And what does that mean?” “He’s part of an organization that sells information for profit,” Hound explained. “They’ve been watching me for a while now. Leaving him alive isn’t an option.” Emily’s voice softened, her tone pleading. “There has to be another way.” Hound ignored her as they took a sharp turn, arriving at Blackstone, a renowned store for battle wear, weapons, and ether-infused gear. Two guards in rare, glimmering armor flanked the entrance, nodding to Hound as he passed.

More like the color. Black. Fuck!

Phil exploded, already stepping forward—but Steven immediately blocked his path, standing firmly in front of Gwen. “You’ve gone too far!” Phil snapped, anger flaring despite the warning presence before him. Gwen merely tilted her head, a mocking smile playing on her lips. “It was an accident, Phil.” Her gaze shifted lazily to Belle. “I’m sorry, Belle.” There was no sincerity in her voice. Not even an attempt to hide it. She turned away with a roll of her eyes, as if nothing had happened. Belle remained seated, stunned and dripping, her mind struggling to catch up with the moment.