Hells Kitchen Black Jacket Novels & Stories

I stopped staring at his back and went to find what to eat in the kitchen. The moment I entered the kitchen, I froze at the door and stared at it like I was seeing something out of a movie. No, out of a nightmare. It's official, Gillian is cray-cray. Nothing else can explain why in the world his kitchen was painted black. Everything in the kitchen was black, except the silver-coloured utensils and the big grey refrigerator. How am I supposed to find anything in this mess? Even the tiled floor was black.

His broad chest heaving up and down as a result of his anger. Along with him, there were other five to six members in that dark room, all dressed in Black. Their bodies were in a stiffened position, all tying there hands in the back, with their chest raised up. The person wearing the black jacket, who had the charm of the absolute leader of them, took slow steps towards his prey. The bloodied man shivered as his eyes fell on those sharp ocean blue eyes, eyeing him cruelly.

I settled myself with a white tank top, black ripped jeans, a black leather jacket, and black heels boots. What can I say? I come to love black. I took my gun inside the drawer and tuck it at my back. Same with the knives, the first one, I hide it inside my boots. The second one, I hide inside my jacket. I brush my hair and let it loose freely till it reaches my waist. Grabbing my phone from the bedside table, I head downstairs making my way to the kitchen. There I found Emily behind the stove cooking breakfast. Drake, Matthew, and Blake are seated eating breakfast.

I rolled my eyes at her and she dragged me out of the kitchen, I wore a black long jacket to avoid freezing to death, the main door of the mansion opened and we got out. After crossing the garden, there stood 2 black SUV’s and bodyguards suited in black with Bluetooth devices fitted in their ear, seemed like waiting for us. As I reached close to the car, a well-muscled man opened the front door for me, I looked at him, but I wasn’t sure if he was looking at me too or not, he was wearing black shades.

Smoke billowed through the opening, and we ducked behind what little cover the cramped room offered: Hail behind a stone pillar, Lena beside an overturned table, me crouched behind a massive iron chest. Six figures pushed through the smoke, weapons raised. They wore mismatched armor cobbled together from scavenged materials, but their movements were disciplined. At their center stood Kade Blackthorn, looking like he'd walked straight out of the apocalypse and decided to become its poster boy. He wore a hood pulled low, but I could still see the calculating gleam in his eyes as they swept the room. A jagged scar ran from his temple to his jaw, and his mouth curved into that peculiar, cold smi

He was coming toward the kitchen. "I know you're back there. I can smell your perfume." My heart was beating so loud I was sure he could hear it. The man stepped into the kitchen. He was wearing all black clothes and a ski mask that covered his whole face. He was big. Way bigger than me. "There you are," he said. His voice was cold. I held up the knife. "Get out of my apartment." "Put that down before you hurt yourself." "Get out!" I screamed.

Jake. Punctual this time, which was a small miracle in itself. He looked well, better geared, for starters. His jacket was sleek black, fitted, and clearly new. Not in a flashy way, but in the “I-don’t-shop-sales-rack” kind of way. His boots actually matched and his helmet didn’t look like it had survived three wars. Still, he carried himself like a man preparing to face his doom. “Hey, disaster” I called out with a grin, sliding my goggles up.

Say whatever you want but just accept the fact she's a lot more attractive and s-xier than you. Queen" Watch your mouth! Diamond " Hey! You both should keep quiet. This is no place to quarrel. Queen" So what are we going to do with that psycho? Diamond "Don't worry, I'll talk to the boss. He has to know that Black Ace is a loose crew. We can't have a lunatic as our team mate. Queen" Absolutely. She deserves to be in a psychiatric hospital or an asylum. Joker " But before that happens, I'd like to tap that fine nyarsh of hers and if I'm lucky I might screw the b-tch (laughs)

She rested her back comfortably and shut her eyes. Just then, she heard movements, and the sound of loud feet echoed throughout the mansion, catching her attention as she opened her eyes and spotted a black figure waltzing in through the doors. Scarlett’s mouth hit the shiny floor as she recognized the figure, dressed in a pair of black leather pants, a black leather jacket, black boots, and a pair of black leather gloves covering his hands, Scarlett didn’t fail to notice his jet black hair as well, blending perfectly with the rest of him.