Kilian Black Book Novels & Stories

Killian appeared at the bottom, breathing hard, eyes wild. And furious. "What the hell are you two doing here?" He looked between us, then at the books, then back at us. "You came here without me? After everything we just went through last night?" "Killian." I started to calm him down. "No." He stepped closer. "I trusted you. I showed you that map. Told you things I haven't told anyone else. And you repay me by sneaking off to the Wolf Tomb and keeping secrets?" "We're not keeping secrets," Dominic cut in. "We came here to research. To find ways to stop Black Moon."

And with a whisper that made the hairs on his body, including his third leg, rise, she said, "Jungle Nexus. Jungle Nexus is the lip shade I've been wearing since you officially returned into my life. That, Mason Donovan, is the shade of my love for you." And that shade was not red, was not orange, was not dark. It was simply...uncolored. Shadeless. ~ Mason was advantageous enough to find a place to park his jeep in Marley's yard which was littered with a score of other impressive cars that made his jeep look a lot more inferior. The wealth was flashing.

Welcome To Your New Cage (4) Damien's POV It was morning, I stood a few steps back in the shadows of the cabana, my arms crossed and my cock already half-hard at the sight before me. Millia Sinclair — now Millia Blackwood — was lounging on a wide sunbed in the tiniest black bikini I had ever seen. The scraps of fabric barely covered her full breasts and the sweet curve of her ass. Her long legs were stretched out, her skin glistening with oil, and every time she shifted, the thin material between her thighs pulled tight against the pussy I had ruined so thoroughly the night before and again when we were having breakfast.

I raised the gun, ready to blow Henderson’s head into the water, when a sudden, high-pitched roar echoed from the perimeter road. High-beam headlights cut through the dark, blinding rain, washing over the warehouse. A sleek, matte-black luxury sports car drifted sharply around the corner of the shipping containers, its tires smoking against the wet asphalt despite the downpour. It slid to a perfect, arrogant halt just ten feet away from me. The driver's side door swung open. Kilian stepped out into the rain. He looked exactly like he did at the warehouse meeting—sharp, handsome, and entirely unbothered by the violence around him. He wore a crisp tailored suit without a tie, his dark hair sli

Kan walked out the door, the hunt already singing in his veins. Timothy trailed the tall man in the top hat through the thick sludge of Saati Town. Kan Nelblack moved with a predatory grace, his black leather pants catching the strobe lights of the bars. He was a fine-tuned machine of death, and Timothy was fascinated. He stayed in the deep shadows, moving with a silence that had kept him alive for a decade. Kan hooked a left onto St. Louis Street, the crowds thinning out as the neon glare faded into the gloom of the cemetery district.

The yellow irises of the moray eels flashed unkindly, and the pets disappeared under the throne. * * * The Black Cliff From the window of the castle everyone could see a cliff with visible wings of a mill. A gust of wind whirled them with a rustle. Nearby, soft woolen sheep peeked out of the thick, tall grass. Nocté learned from her maid Agnes that the mill is owned by one old man. Once he was unluck –the sea rejected him. However, he couldn't part with the abyss, so built a house over it and began to grind flour, raise sheep and sell wool. Nocté saw his silhouette from the window, but never approached, trying not to go far from the castle as if she was afraid of losing an already fragile co

Hey beautiful humans. Welcome to The Chiseler BB4 (Blackbook 4) of the Woods series. Have you checked out BB1, BB2, and BB3 yet? If yes, congratulations🙂 if no, pls do check it out. Love you all much much. Your Author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ "The shade, tsk tsk, I don't like it," I said whilst punching my phone. My friends--Marila and Bennie--had managed to pull me out of my cocoon from the comfort of my beddings tenderness on a Saturday afternoon to the Mall out of my very own wish.

“So, you’re saying ‘be careful’.” “I am.” “Zeke, you should know by now that ‘Careful’ is my middle name.” Zeke smiles a grim smile and rolls his eyes. “I swear, Killian, you constantly remind me of why I’m grateful I never had any children, especially not a daughter.” “I think the entire world should be grateful for that fact. Is there anything else you need me for?” “No. Take however long you need to get back in the game, but stay alert. Just because you’re taking R&R., don’t let your guard down.”

We stepped into the elevator and it was awkwardly quiet “Why do you love black so much?* I asked him, catching his face lit up in his reflection on the elevator wall. “Why are you so beautiful?” He teased… Killian was going all in for me and he knew exactly what he was doing. “Well I mean, one can say black explains how colourful a soul can be??” “Is that supposed to be sarcasm?” I asked. “No, I mean it!” “Black is ... . black I mean nothing is in its just dark!”..

Which have aided them in their money laundering. Mr. Edward Blackwood, the current head of the family, was married to Violet Blackwood née Conner. Their marriage was not initially founded on love. When the Conner family found themselves in significant debt, the Blackwoods lent them a helping hand, leading to the arrangement of Violet's marriage to the Blackwood's eldest son. Edward and Violet Blackwood had three children who stood to inherit their father’s legacy: two sons and one daughter. The eldest son, Sebastian Blackwood, was the golden boy of the family, the one everyone cherished. He maintained a spotless reputation, never getting his hands dirty as he delegated difficult tasks to oth