Jaina Solo Black Series 소설 & 이야기

, Noah looked around himself skeptically, as if he could see through the thick veil of darkness to the entity hiding within. “My name is BLK-043, and I am a highly advanced artificial intelligence working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. You may call me Black.” Black didn’t wait for Noah to respond, “Cradle, the world you used to live in, is but one small world among countless other worlds that exist in this multiverse, all of which are under our management.

She took a deep breath and sighed many times to calm herself. It will only take nine months, right? Soon as she delivers the child, she will be set free. That’s what the Alpha said the first time they met. “You got this, Emily,” she whispered. ‘Of course, you will, girl. Fighting. And I can’t wait to get out!’ Leia talked. “No, Leia. I don’t know if my body can make it if I shift.” She heard Leia growl. ‘You can do it. The Alpha is handsome and damn; his biceps is so perfect—’

"I guess I underestimated the old man." Chloe frowned in confusion, watching as Lucas turned in his seat to look at her. The sight of him was enough to knock the air from her lungs. He was wearing a black Henley shirt that was stretched over his broad shoulder and muscled arms. He was muscled like two mountains guarding the door but Chloe could tell there was strength and agility packed into that hard body that only a well-trained Alpha could possess. It was too dark to see those hazel eyes that were the colour of the wilderness but Chloe thought she saw something akin to desire flash through them making her heart flutter like an excited bird.

“Stand back, you idiot.” “You want me to stand back? Are you kidding me?” Arth shouted. “I wanna help you—” “I said stand back!” Janshai glared at him coldly. “You’ll just get in the way.” Then he raised his right hand above him, his palm facing upward. All of a sudden, dark energy, in the form of black strings burst out of Janshai’s hand. The strong wind blasted everywhere, circling him. The dark, thick strings danced wildly, slowly compressing together, forming into a long, demonic scythe.

"It isn't safe in the city alone." "I'm safer alone than with you," she mumbled, but they all heard her. She cringed as the one holding her began to crush her wrist. She was sure he'd break it at this rate. "Hey Jai!" called a semi familiar voice. All of them turned to watch a boy dressed in black approach. He had a smile on his face, his crimson eyes seeming rather bright. His black hair was spiked, very different from Arius is half spiked half messy style.

"Calm down, Jaena. Ella won't do that. You're her best friend, she wouldn't go to such lengths just to destroy you." I seethed even more as I listened to Black and Jaena's conversation. Best friend, he said? Is there a best friend who takes her own best friend's lover? Of course there isn't. I was getting furious. Hearing Black trying to calm Jaena down was sickening. The sound of approaching steps snapped me out of my thoughts. Damn, looks like Black knows I'm here. It's like he can smell my scent. I'm trying not to send him any signals right now.

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.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

Zinjo looked over at Aurelia, his eyes filled with an apology, "Forgive Juma for what he is about to say." On a dais with two thrones sat the black-maned Juma, and next to him was a muscular woman with black hair streaked with blonde. She gripped a bone-handled spear. Her electric blue eyes remained fixed on Aurelia t a house cat regards a mouse in the backyard.

Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment. The dark haired woman, Gayla, was there, along with the huge man who held her back, as well as the handsome lanky African American man, who could be no older than Madchen herself. .From what Madchen could gather, anyone who crossed these loyal mercenaries would not live to tell the tale. She shuddered at the thought of the things these people had done to avenge and save others, for they were not the gentle kind, and she was honored to be in their presence. At the head of the rectangular bamboo table sat a middle aged woman