M'baku As Black Panther นิยาย & เรื่องราว

-Please, sir, I didn't know they would be there, the stranger pleads. Just as I expect Damon to say something, he shoots the man in the leg. A sound that seems to come from hell escapes his mouth in the form of a laugh. The stranger's groans barely audible, drowned out by Damon's hysterical laughter. I want to intervene, but I feel incapable of making a move. All the rumors were true; Damon Black is a monster, and I need to get away from him. -Miss, what are you doing here?

“Don’t worry, okay? Everything’s going to be alright.” I ask him about the mission, but he says that the Black Tiger is going to explain everything to me. Can you believe it? Everyone knows he doesn’t talk to anyone. I step outside, and see him riding a motorcycle in front of the building. He’s wearing a black silk shirt, opened to the chest, showing his pale skin. His hair is styled messily, with some strands covering his eyes. His gloved hands are on the grips, ready to start the vehicle. He turns his head and looks at me, and his dark stare makes my body shiver.

Who goes to a panther's lair to hunt him? I do. And for Jasper Grant, a hot, tasty girl blundering into his lair? That suits him perfectly. It is a shame that such a fine specimen of a man will go to waste. But he must pay with his life. All the Grants will pay for their sins. I, Michela Cruz, will be their reckoning.

“Then why does your blood smell like his?” Her pulse stuttered. “Maybe because I’m the only one who didn’t plan to kill him.” For an instant, the great King of Lycans looked amused. Then the ground trembled. The runes screamed white, and something dark peeled itself out of the treeline— a shape of claws and smoke that shrieked like broken metal. Taren screamed. Kaelira shifted before she knew she had moved. And the forest, for the first time, looked back.

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

With a sickeningly easy motion, he grabbed the collar of my uniform and violently ripped the fabric down, exposing my ruined, bruised, and fever-swollen shoulder to the open air for the first time. Gasps echoed around us as a few pack warriors, who had just arrived at the edge of the training grounds, stopped dead in their tracks. The alpha’s face went completely, terrifyingly blank, but the air around him dropped in temperature so fast I could see our breath fogging. The beast inside him was clawing at the surface, furious that his claimed mate was rotting from an infected wound right under his roof. "Who did this?" he whispered, his voice dangerously soft, carrying a lethal promise of abso

Grace looked outside the window of the cafe, observing all the people that passed by having nothing to do, as she looked through the busy streets, her eyes landed on the billboards that laid on the big buildings, she saw adverts for music videos and perfumes being displayed on them but her eyes caught one in particular the one for Black Entertainment. It was the biggest bill board present, in it was a picture of New York's leading man and CEO of the biggest producing company and chain of hotels, And a man whose shoulders she was lying on not too long ago, Mr Leonard Black. He was dressed in Black Suit his long hair styled to the back making him more handsome, he had a smirk on his face simil

"He's so serious." Lucas chuckled. "You're not wrong." Pete overheard the conversation and immediately joined in. "That's because he's always with Park." He nodded solemnly. "The boy inherited Park's dark, complicated, and terrifying personality." Park slowly turned his head. "I heard that." Pete remained completely unfazed. "Good." Park narrowed his eyes. Pete smirked. Across the table, Ethan and Belle exchanged amused glances while watching Neo continue monitoring Amber's meal like a tiny nutritionist.

"The rest of the gang was impressed. The last thing we want is to let our leader know we voted him out, behind his back." "Hm...but do you know anything about me? Like I work with the police?" "That's the least of our problems. We can't lose our first position among the best gangs in LA." I stood from my position and faced him. "So, anything about me?" I nagged. "No! Why?" "You know nothing else?" "Becca, like what?" he asked, seeming restless. "Like the fact Dan is my uncle!"

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung