Men In Black Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He was not do stupid yo go against his boss. "Oh, and one more thing," Black added, a smirk forming on his lips. "You can call our men back. Ivan made some effort. I'll give him one more day to make things right," he declared, a note of finality in his voice. The assistant left the room to relay the orders to their men, leaving Black alone with his thoughts. He took out his phone, his fingers slowly dialing a familiar number. As the line connected, Black's voice became a cold whisper, devoid of any emotion.

And between them… Three unconscious men on the floor. My stomach drops. “Who are you?” One of the men glances at me calmly. Then he says something that makes my blood run cold. “We work for Ethan Black.” Then he pauses. “And starting tonight…” His eyes scan the hallway. “…so do you.”

"Get out!''Mr Black commanded as he bowed down, they left him and his creepy room which was all painted up in black which had a dim light that one could barely see anything visible in the room. After the sound of retreating footsteps were heard,Mr Black turned to take up the picture on top of his table,it was the picture of that strange man hugging Natasha,protecting her from the maltreatment of the citizens. He cursed out loud,quietly provoked that his men failed in capturing the face of the man who had the guts to spoil his plan. Annoyed at the fact that Natasha has some backup that was unknown to him. Well,he was not panicking that she had someone on her side protecting her,after all he

Black whispered, chuckling. Black ordered his men to take him to the room, and then, he followed suit. He laughed, tucking his hands into his pockets, staring at him with malice. "He won’t know what hit him.”

And maybe that’s why it felt wrong because the moment didn’t last. “Seems like you’re getting comfortable", a sharp cold voice booms in our ears. Our eyes slowly darted to the source of the voice and I freeze. Adrian Blackwood was standing with his eyes darkened and face scowled. "Sir...", Davel mumbles. He immediately pulled back his hand like he had been burned. We both stood up in attention but his eyes were cold passing a last glare at us before he leaves without any other words. What's wrong with him?

He looked back to William Black help, "Master Seven gets off the bus carefully, do not pull your wound." Meny looked at the man's face. His eyes shrunk, it turned out to be William, what kind of girl can make him fight for his life like this. What is their relationship? William Black strode out of the car. This is the first time he sees Meny. The tone is very faint, "The music night is only postponed for one day, go rest early and prepare for tomorrow's performance." The director was horrified, "How can you postpone only one day, your injury..."

The black-masked man was doing no better. He looked at everything with a dumbfounded expression. If Fane was in a second-grade world, he would be one of the top warriors as well. He had actually gotten involved with someone like that. Even if he had not spoken as harshly as the white-robed man, warriors from third-grade worlds and warriors from second-grade worlds were mortal enemies! The black-masked man took a step back. He no longer cared about the spirited core. He just wanted to live. Fane had a smirk on his face.

But he did not exert his real strength out of fear that he might hurt me. I refused to get up. When he realized he could not push me off, he tilted his head back and simply gave up. I had only ever heard that the black wolf lineage was the most loyal to their mates, but I had not expected it to be this appealing. He looked so fierce, yet he was surprisingly mild-mannered. In the previous timeline, I had chosen Marin and spent several days persuading him before he finally agreed to form a bond. That ungrateful carp had a foul temper and was extremely spoiled.

I purred, my hand unclasping my bra as I swung that away too. One of the men chuckled, a deep sound that vibrated from his throat, already closing the space between us. “Damn that's some white ass” he hissed with a sly grin, one hand on his veiny black rod, the other squeezing my ass, his eyes accessing me the moment he reached me. “Yesss” I whimpered in reponse, my eyes darting back to my boyfriend being manhandled by a black pole. I glanced at my boyfriend who was watching me wide eyed, the black man slowing down his thrusts, his eyes trailing the entire length of my body slowly, dirty thoughts creeping into my mind.

he slid backwards a few feet and crumpled to the floor unable to breathe and suffering from the pain in his nether regions he hit the floor like a bag of bricks. "Well anyone else want to water the dog!?" The man in black called out to everyone in the bar in a challenging manner. In the next moment six men who were friends of the taller man all stood. The man on the floors face was now as red as a tomato, you could see the veins sticking out in his neck and forehead. " What are you waiting for? Kill him!" he half shrieked. The group of friends did not need anymore encouragement and let loose a battle cry and charged at the man some with bare fist, two of them had bar stools, and one even ha