Honey Bee From Black Dynamite 소설 & 이야기

The sky above is as bleak as the hollow space inside me. Slake, my boy. Amelia wails beside me, inconsolable. She hasn’t eaten. Hasn’t spoken sense since the morgue. The moment she saw his body, torn open, neck ripped, she collapsed against me. ‘Bring him back, Damian... he isn’t answering my call…’ Her voice that night still claws through my memory. Earlier today, I read the autopsy report: ‘Cause of death, fatal dose of venom, spread systemically. Heart stopped instantly…’

The person's hands moved across my skin, leaving a burning sensation everywhere he touched. I felt my lips being rubbed roughly, bitten, and invaded. Wet sounds filled the air as the man's burning breath made me gradually lose myself, my body surging with the waves of pleasure. Immersed in that blissful world, I could not wake up for the longest time. After struggling for a while, I finally opened my eyes and shouted angrily, "Who's there?! Don't you know breaking and entering is illegal?" In the darkness, the person behind me froze, then quickly stood up and fled. I snorted softly and took my time getting dressed, not bothering to chase after him immediately.

Black replied and the next moment Black growled angrily. "Mate, mate, mate is in danger. Hurry follow the smell" Black shouted at Dylan. Without wasting any moment, Dylan changed into his wolf and ran towards the smell. Jackson looked at his king and started running after him. The smell lead him to the underground room. Black ran quickly and found a closed door. Without wasting any moment he broke the door and saw a person trying to rape a girl who was no other than his mate. She was unconscious and blood was all over her body...

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.