Men In Black Fanfiction Novels & Stories

When he pulled away, he wiped his mouth so much before leaving the room. At that time Fiona had said he didn't like kissing random girls and she believed. They were right. Damian wasn't someone she was allowed to dream of. Her grip on her clothes tightened. Anais wanted to leave the room but there were people around her. Her legs refused to work. “But Damian—” “Thats enough,” Damian said quickly, as if scared that someone would ship them together. “I, Damian Blackwood, reject this bond,” he said without hesitation. Anais's head snapped up. Her eyes were wide in disbelief. The other men who had remained thinking they had a chance stepped back.

Black just shrugged contemptuously: "Apparently, one of our own has Mate as a vampire. " He didn't give me more information about it," Black stated as he rose. "Order me a new chair. His ridiculous question annoyed me so much I couldn't hold it in." Duncan clenched his lower lip between his teeth to restrain himself from asking more questions. "What?" asked Black when he realized his Beta's expression. "Didn't he tell you more, or did you hang up first?" "I hung up," the Mad One replied unashamedly. Then, when he saw that his Beta continued to grimace, he completed, "Don't want to hear about some bastard who found his Mate."

the man in black said as he started putting his gun away. The next moment, however, he suddenly lifted his gun. Bam! The chief abductor looked down, and saw blood spewing out below his waist. “Ahh!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs, clutching his crotch and rolling around on the floor in pain. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to spare you after all,” the man in black said in a melancholic voice, sounding slightly indignant. “I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you that I’m a fickle-minded rascal.”

"Every single one of them. Their captain literally blackmailed my best friend into a fake relationship. The bar is underground." She got a very specific look on her face that meant she wanted to argue about Tyson specifically and was stopping herself. "That's different..." "Is it?" I tilted my head. "It's...." She stopped. "That's not what we're talking about." "Sure we're not." I rolled my eyes. "We're talking about your situation." She pointed at me. "Well at least you shaved a few days ago so you weren't completely unprepared for the universe's plan."

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

“Re-Ren? Wh-Why am I here? What is this? Where’s Va-Eli?” “You can cut the act now. I know that's not his real name, and you are not Carla either, Makena Blackwell." He rose from the chair and approached me. “What have you done with Val?” “I haven’t done anything with him. "Not yet, anyway," he said, meeting my gaze without blinking. "You really are in love with this strigoi," he continued, sitting in front of me, and I couldn't tell whether he was asking a question or making a statement.

he growled in a low and raw tone as he stepped away, his etes trailing to my limp cock and back to my face. His eyes smiled and he began to undo his shirt. My eyes almost budged when I realized what he was about to do. If that wasn't enough, the sound of zippers filled the room as the men began undressing. Five black greek gods were taking off their clothes in my room! I gulped, my eyes wide in disbelief. “Enjoy the show baby” Jonathan said, their laughter filling the room.

Black bit his teeth and muttered, "These people are out of mind. If we’re doomed to die, let's die together!" ... In the Dream Paradise Bar, seven or eight naked men, covered with blood and knife wounds, were tied to the pillars with chains. A man with a ferret face in a white suit was sitting on the opposite sofa. And two scantily dressed hot girls were gently massaging his shoulders. Behind the man with a ferret face stood a row of strong men in black, whose eyes fell on the two hot girls from time to time. The man with a ferret face grinned, showing his yellow teeth, and said, "You’ve done a good job today. These two girls are rewarded to you."

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

She delved a hand into her bag at the sight of hotdogs and didn't hesitate to dig into it immediately after the money-hotdog exchange. Finally. "I will take it easy if I were you." A non-familiar masculine voice said. Her eyes landed on a tall dark-haired god with prominent features; hazel described the shade of his orbs, perfect narrow nose on a pair of cool pink soft lips. His strong jawline crowned his exquisite face. He was dressed in a pair of black sweatpants on a grey shirt. She didn't say anything to him, instead, she took another greedy bite which only gave the man more room to roll on.