Hells Kitchen Black Jacket Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Hunter said quietly, “because for the first time in such a long and bleak life I have a real friend whom I don’t want to lose. After standing like that for a little while, Black began to quickly get ready. To begin with, he changed into all black: a T-shirt, jeans, army boots with metal inserts on the toes, leather fingerless gloves, a bandana on his head. In the dark, it would be difficult to see even a creature with such incredible vision as wolves. Quickly making a temporary shoulder sheath for blades from improvised means, John placed them behind his back and only after that he left the house. Climbing into his Mercedes, Black, in anticipation of the imminent battle, started the car engi

A small smile tugged at my lips when I finally found it. The kitchen too was painted black. Everything was black. The cupboards, the utensils, the counter… even the tiles. He's really a demon. Excited and hopeful, I quickly rushed to the cooker and lifted the lid of the pot, expecting to see the food he had mentioned. But instead… A dead rat stared back at me. A loud scream burst out of my throat as I jumped back in shock. "What the hell?!" I screamed. What kind of sick joke was this?

The Hell Club. As soon as I drop off my duffle bag, I grab my new clothes and head to the bathroom to change. The only thing we all have to wear is the same black apron and a black top of our choice. The new top Isabella got me has a sheer fabric covering my arm, shoulders and stops just above the dark black fabric covering my chest and stomach. I’m matching it with a pair of skinny jeans and some black wedge boots. I’ve never worn anything like it and when I see myself in the mirror, I can’t help but smile. Isabella gave me some easy make-up to put on in a little pouch and instructions on how to use it.

she said in annoyance as she stomped her way to the entrance of the Red Cage building, which was bustling with men and women. Mia couldn't even hide her surprise at the sight of several big, burly men with tattoos and body piercings. Almost all of the men wore the same black leather jacket emblem that read Hades, and some had the Reaper on the back of the leather jacket written on them. And what was even more surprising was that the women there were wearing what could be said to be naked, a little cloth covering their smooth and silky skin.

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“I’m hungry.” The stark admission hung in the sterile air. It was not a plea. It was a fact, as unvarnished and true as the silver in her blood. She saw the minute calculations happening behind his dark eyes. A hungry wolf was an unpredictable wolf. A hungry wolf who showed no fear in an alpha’s territory was something else entirely. To her utter shock, Dante Blackwood turned on his heel and walked toward the open-plan kitchen, a space of sleek black cabinets and cold steel. “There’s food in the refrigerator,” he said, his back to her. “Eat. Then you will leave.”

I know how I look: snow-white hair, blue eyes, pale skin—a girl covered in dust, whose gaze says she won’t cry no matter what you do. I grab the coarse gray linen dress we all wear. Rope belt at the waist. I step into the corridor. The stone walls are damp, the air cold, the light dim. The Blackrock Pack’s den is carved into the belly of a mountain, and every hallway feels like a trap. As I approach the kitchen, I already hear the clatter of pans, the crackle of fire, and the shouting. “Where the fuck is the omelet?!” That’s Kian. His voice fills the room like smoke. Everyone moves at once, like insects when the light turns on. The cooks’ hands tremble, the younger omegas lower their eyes. S

He shot her a glance and went in to find his jacket on the couch. "I will go to the kitchen first. Dinner is almost ready." She hurried back to the kitchen, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest when she saw the way he looked at the jacket. When dinner was ready, she heard Anthony's voice from the living room, saying, "Come out here." She jolted warily, and headed out of the kitchen hesitantly, tensing when she saw the jacket in Anthony's hands. "Explain this," he said. The yellowish burnt mark was hard to miss on the black suit jacket.